unnamed rage

Listen you spineless son of a bitch
If you got anything of substance to say
Or if you feel the direction you see for my life is better
Than what I can do for my muthafuckin self
Then allow me to break some shit down for you
All my life...I had ta fight....Not my daddy or brother or cousins too
Just closed minded, inappropiate, wastes of 46 chromosomes like you
Sometimes I sit and wonder why there are children starving in the world
Yet God allow's your ass to eat
I don't think that you get exactly how much
The thought of you molding my life make me want to fucking wretch
Making me want to grab my old gross anatomy tools
And dissect myself until all the nerves are disconnected and I ....
Can't feel pain anymore....That's what your here for....right?
To treat me like every other woman in your life
To use me like a towel and throw me in a heap on top of your shitty draws?
Its not to hold and tell me everythings alright
No you abused your right to touch me the night I said NO and you kept going...
My life is not about seeing you happy or even neutral
My life is my life...and its a damn good life
Without you

*to my readers*
This poem is to a person who doe not know he hurt me this bad. Tonight the anger had to go somewhere