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.
