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SLAM poetry? Yes MA'M.

Untitled - The Fight


I am a professional at biting my tongue

For all my biting sarcasm that’s compliments compared to the daggers I have on standby - Under maximum security

Oh, if you heard the words on what I REALLY think

I don’t think you could take it.

But I won’t say a word cuz I’m worried about your heart - I might break it.


But see, the problem with holding it in is there’s no room for these thoughts to spin,
To orchestrate an escape.

They turn into words inside me that I hate.


So when I slammed that door
Please, Please understand
That’s just a bit of a slip of these thoughts out my hand.
But of course you can’t let that slide,
My teenage angst seems to
Damage your pride.

And after the slam I wish I could hide away
Because we’re about to have a conversation of words we’d rather not say…

You asked me, “WHAT is your problem?”
And I’ll start to cry
Cuz I might be good with words but with emotions I cannot lie.

We go back and forth with the same old routine,
Going nowhere fast
Escalating to screams.

But this time I slipped up on holding back
And with the first true statement

I think I’ll have a heart attack


I said


HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE LESS THAN WHAT I AM!

HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A BAD PERSON!?

HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME DOUBT MYSELF IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM
BECAUSE I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU:

I am not LAZY WORTHLESS BITCH,

I am hardworking, highly-motivated, praise-worthy, beautiful, intelligent WOMAN.

I am not a BRAT,
I am NOT immature
In fact, I am wise beyond my 18 years
But that doesn’t even matter cuz
you shouldn’t be able to look down on me just because you’ve been on this earth LONGER?When I know for a fact that while I’ve been here I’ve been STRONGER.

And I understand you never meant to make me feel this way
But you did and there’s kind of a price you gotta pay.

You need to face it –
It’s my life and I’ll do what I want
And those mistake – you can’t erase it.

I have respect for you, appreciation
I am grateful for what you’ve done.
But the connection here is bordering
on slim to none. And so I guess I’m considering this argument won.

I don’t expect there to be a change.

I don’t expect this relationship of ours to rearrange to resemble something more healthy, less strange.

I got my back up against the wall
I think I’ve almost said it all…

And I bet you wish I kept biting my tongue

But by the end of this summer

The biting is DONE.