That Thing.
I will never become
that thing
you say I am.
With everything I am,
I will fight.
I will resist
the temptation of ease
of falling into those patterns
that would make me into
that thing.
The very essence of my being
propels and forces me away from
that thing
you so flippantly accuse me of.
My skin crawls.
My muscles twitch.
My nerves tingle.
My blood rushes.
My defenses on high alert.
Your accusation has sent me into
a tailspin,
an eddy of anger and sadness,
defensiveness and defeatism.
All my life, I have been fiercely combating
that thing
you say I am.
The battle will continue.
I will defend.
I will react.
I will become angry.
I will not know how to express any of it.
I will shut down.
You will think I've run away.
When in reality,
I am hurt.
I am insulted.
I am sad because you have
never recognized me for who
I truly am.
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