you attack and assault my body,
my mind, my wavering identity

you scoff at my injuries- my bruises, my scratches, my internal scars
and call me easy

you talk over me, believing in your own self-righteousness
as if you’ve never taken advantage of your “god-given authority”

i’m angry with you

for gaslighting me
for turning me into your victim
for making me feel unworthy
of being comfortable in my own body

i either resent you
or
i resent myself