You don’t know me

You don't know me anymore.

The little girl who grew up in your house doesn't exist any longer. The little girl who respected you while being frightened of you has lost respect for you and gained courage against you. Looking back, it felt as if you took my vibrant soul like a wine glass from a host, held it up high and threw it to the ground with force, shattering it in thousands of pieces... while staring blankly forward, hand outstretched for another glass.

You took a sweet little soul and handled it crudely. You took an innocent little body and touched it inappropriately. You took a smart little mind and criticized it regularly. You also took a gentle little heart and condemned it sharply. You bruised every part of me without concern or regret.

In fact, there was never any concern or regret because to you, none of it ever happened. After all, look at the successful woman you've raised.

Photo Credit: Guilherme Stecanella