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A small and helpless creature

I was born.

Another part of your habit,

Though I wasn't aware back then.

So I grew up learning who to like, and who not to like

Why I should love you

And why I shouldn’t like them

Even if I already loved them.

You stayed out during the nights

With men who you wanted to be your father

But you were only their lover in their eyes

Sometimes just until their wife got back home.

Then you told me you were my mother and father

so I could not ask you about my father

Because you told me the void I felt

didn’t actually exist.

So then I would pretend other boys at school

Were my father

but I would try to hide those feelings

and tell myself

They did not actually exist.

You talked down to me because of how old I was

I was sixteen, and I was ready to take you on

Now I am 24, and I have taken you on

I am not that helpless little creature anymore

I can fight back

But I still don’t feel wholly human

More of a creature, in all honesty

Sometimes I fight back

but sometimes, I just fight

It’s your mentality I'm going back to

I am looking for people to love

Because I still need parents

I am looking for people to hate

Because I still know what parents really are

They are habits from their own childhoods

People who can victimize small creatures

And call it tradition, and expect love in return

Like all we are after all

Are Creatures of Habit.



03-08-2010