I Am Stronger Than You...my Life Is Great And You're Dead.I remember it like it was yesterday. Me, 6 years old, freezing, huddling in old blankets, tied to a tree like a dog. The bowl of cold beans are set on the back porch for me to eat without utensils. My punishment from you was that if I was going to act like a dog, then I could sleep outside like one. I remember the beatings I got from you,The bruises and bloody lips. The humiliation I recieved, how I am worthless, stupid, ugly, and disgusting. I remember the glass you threw at me shattering on the floor and me cleaning it up efficiently. So efficiently that I cut my bare feet on the glass and didn't stop cleaning until it was done. Then I cleaned up my bloody footprints off the floor. I remember you telling me I would be dead by 30, and no one would ever love a pathetic creature like myself. I remember your taunts and snips at my self esteem.
What's ironic is that you tried to break me. I would not break. You tried to hurt me, and you succeeded, but only briefly. I am strong, smart, brave, beautiful, and successful despite the venom you pumped into my upbringing. I don't pour someone's coffee for a living. I am a Registered Nurse and I work in an ICU. You said I wasn't smart enough to do anything but have welfare babies and live off of the system. I am in love, and we have our 2 children that enjoy the life you failed to give me. I will make sure that my children love me because I love them, not because they are afraid of me.
And you're dead now. I can't even rub it in your face because you're freaking dead, rotting in the ground. That's ok because I remember the things you said, I remember the things you did. And I am stronger.