I wanted Jay-Z and Tony Blair
To be proud of me.
I wanted the people who laughed at
Married With Children to laugh at me.
I wanted the people who fucked with me
To experience the rape with me.
I wanted them to realize
My victory had been inevitable,
When they were finally down on their knees.
I wanted my mom to know I’d raise myself
Once she was cast out of my life.
I wanted my aunt to know
I saved her plenty of times
Before I left her to die.
I wanted them to know
I wouldn’t be so sympathetic
If they were my equals.
And I never wanted them to feel sorry for me;
I just wanted them to wonder
Why I didn’t feel sorry for myself.