I was your first born. I was your baby. The apple of your eye.
When it was safe, I was funny, vivacious, happy.
When it wasn’t, I was in a battlefield. I tried to be the buffer.
I was blasted with your words and anger aimed at my mother,
And then at me.
I was scared
I was too young to try to save my mother
But I did every time you waged war on her.
I was crumpled, I was meek, I was broken
Today, I am none of those things.
I am a grown woman, proud, and outspoken.
Maybe a little bit scarred, but no longer broken.
Today, I am strong, I am resilient.
Today, I am your biggest enemy
Because I stand up to you,
Because I broke the cycle
That was continued by you,
I am Angry, I am justified, I am a fighter.
And I will fight for what I know is right.
I will fight even you,