Beneath Me

My wanting to strike back at my mom, for her reactions, towards my transitioning, but holding back.

Sigh.

Am

Fighting this urge

To lower myself

To your level

Of pettiness.

By

Using ignorance

As a weapon

In our war.

Knowing

How to hurt you

As badly as

You have done

To me.

Should

It be decided

I need to walk

Down this path

Of hate.

But wait

Who is the child

And the adult

Here?

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

somewhat mysterious and compelling, i would have benefited as a reader from some author's notes perhaps, to get a more detailed picture of the situation

[therisa]

Sorry, Sheema, about my rudeness, in keeping you on the outside, about this poem. I was writing to my mom and her negative reaction towards me, and my transition.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

no no, you are not remotely rude Therisa....though your additional information has enabled a much greater appreciation of this poem, thanks

[therisa]

Thank you, and your welcome, Sheema.