As I see the anger coming from your face, I feel calm.
Not because you're angry but because I know that I am able to endure everything you put me through.
As you call me horrific names, I know that you mean what you say but it doesn't affect me because I choose not to be weak. I will not be weak because you want me to be.
You don't like strong people and that will end up being your demise.
Me being strong for my family will end up breaking you.
I will never let myself fall.
I will never let you hurt me.
I will never let you hurt my brother and mother again.
Even if it kills me I won't let you.
Even though you say " you won't win the crazy contest. You'll lose. I won't let you leave. It will be the last thing you'll ever do if you even try to leave" to my mother.
I won't let you hurt her again.
Even though I'm scared I will not show you.
I will rise up and show you the we are not another one of your victims.
I will not be weak.
YOU ARE READING
Indartsu
Non-FictionMeans strong in basque. Just writings about my home life. Some are poems some are not. This is my outlet because I am not able to talk about my home life so I write about it. I will not be another silent victim.
