You came in and you used your big professional words and

 you showered me in everything I was doing wrong.

and I undressed and bathed in your doubt and criticism

until my skin was blacker than the midnight sky on a stormy night

and I wished that I was strong enough to towel myself down

in praise and worship of my own great traits but I couldn’t. 

The stain was there and I could still feel it

clawing through my skin until it reached my bloodstream

and suffocated my heart.

and I stepped back in defeat

and watched you take over everything I had taken so long growing.

Congratulations, you deserve it.