Cookies, Coffee & Poetry

Question:

– was it me you despised, or was it the sight of yourself that made you gag?

– was it the black eye you left your legacy, your impact, your hate towards women a sign of strength? or was it the weakness within your barely there soul… your sense of selfish madness?

– was it the stung of words stabbing me… bleeding floods of my insecurities… what made you  feel more superior amongst whom you considered to be more inferior? or… was it your fear of being caught… exposed in this world of your failed status amongst my royalty? Your royal hinus…

– was it your envious being that made you hate me even when you hated yourself more?

– was it ever about me?

… or was it a cry for help?

All that I know,

All that I see,

The actions you’ve made,

and lack of empathy you’ve shown to your offspring

I know now that you weren’t ready to break that cycle of generational abuse our ancestors carried on from our masters