Against All Abuse

I think of all the times I was there but I didn’t want to, Of all the fears I had but I didn’t need to…

Of all the times I was asked to hide but I didn’t have to, Or all the times I was asked to shut up but I didn’t want to…

I think of times I pretended to care, I think of times I was made to act fair

Yet, I think of times when I was totally quiet and unfair..
And that was okay because Authority said so,
That was okay because it hid the real truth,
That was okay because everything was “fine”
Or my words unspoken were keeping it “fine”

Why was my innocence challenged in so many ways?
Why was my independence so threatening in so many ways?
Why I should pay for someone else’s addiction?
Why should I dance to someone else’s tunes?

Why should I pity myself?
Why am I incapable of making friends and trusting?
Why do I feel my feelings are so harmful to my kin?

I need to stop and build my own garden
I am capable of nurturing my own bees and butterflies
I came with the power of creation and being
I will and I can crush everything in my way