Diamond
Original Story
It’s a shame to be you. So wrapped up in you. Clinging to your innocence. But I know it’s untrue. I know you! Your mother-raised a rapist. Wish I could say it to her face. “Your son- is a disgrace.” “You’ve never felt pressure, sweetheart.” That’s what you’d say But I felt your abuse… Every single day. Your words were like poison ivy. Your presence like quick sand. But I know in my soul, You’re the weakest type of man. But that pressure built up. My skin became tough. No longer sinking in your quick sand. Because pressure- makes Diamonds. It’s a shame to be you. When I get to be me. Someone worthy of love. And I get to be free. I get to feel safe, And I know who I am. I know I deserved better. I deserve a good man. I’m so glad that I’m me. And I’m so glad that you’re you. Because- while I am a Diamond, Well, you’re nothing, aren’t you?