Wicked
Dear woman who
brought me into
this
wicked life,
I don’t know you
anymore and
I’m too scarred
to want to
know you anymore.
I’m as great as
you intended
me to be—
not great
at all.
Sure I’m gifted
but those are
gifts from God.
The rest
are gifts
from you.
For example, your words.
I still hear
them
often.
Too often.
Like I said,
I’m scarred.
How long will
you unwanted gifts
last?
I’m ready to shake
them away
for good.
But you intended
for me to
remember
you.
You like that almost
a decade has passed,
and I’m still
writing
un-love
letters
to you.
Don’t worry.
You’ll never, ever have
to read them.
Love,
Your Wicked, not-child