The Hurt Child
After 30 years I welcome you to see
A vision of the devil you carved out of me
I took your hate as a child the very best that I could
But these days I awake saying, “Bitch, I wish you would!”
Your words have haunted me all of these years.
And I lost count years ago on the number of tears.
That I shed for myself when no one else would.
Of course not around you but alone I could.
I’ve been very patient and it’s been a chore
Because while you’ve been enjoying your life, I’ve been fighting a war
One where not all of the wounds can be seen.
My smile has provided for me a social smoke screen.
It was my fault that others continued to get hurt.
I told no one, spoken was not one single word.
Columbine was much later and aren’t you glad
I regret not walking back into that school
for you because your ass I would’ve had.
You have hurt my kids through me and also my wife.
And that your you changed the course of my life
You’ve taken everything I worked so hard for and left me with nothing.
I sit here smoking weed trying to survive the memories just huffin’ and puffin’.
I’ll make that trip no matter what, so call me a hater
I don’t call it “revenge” I call it, “returning the favor.”
The day I show up you won’t know what to do
Because that 13 year-old hurt child is coming after you.
By: Dana Landrum-Arnold