Like Me....Like Him
He don’t like me
I don’t like him
He abused me
He used me
He falsely accused me
I didn’t deserve this
The walls of Hell,
He should kiss
Often I reminisce
Of how my childhood
Should’ve been filled
With bounties of bliss
Instead I had feelings
Of wishing I or he
Was dead so that I
Could no longer hear
Those pathogenic phrases
In my head that the
Other spirit in him led.
I still feel that way
I’m sad to say
He was the worst thing
That could’ve happened to me
Because of him
My well-being was never
Part of my history
I don’t know why
He’s still alive
I’ll never return home
Until he’s dead
I don’t want to
Hear anymore pathogenic,
Phrases from the pitiful
Possessive imposter.
Instead I want to be fostered
In with words of praise
For the rest of my days
Not his verbal slave
I said it before and
I’ll say it again
It’s the same now
As it was then.....
He don’t like me.
I don’t like him.
He abused me.
He used me.
He falsely accused me.
Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2010
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