Hate is a very strong word
I do not use it lightly
as a case of survival
I must hate you
every thing you stand for
placing the physical above the spritual
a fatal mistake
beauty is of the soul
sweet and loving whole
not what you taught to me
beauty is what you see
inside out is how you lived
hollow center filled with booze
you showed me what not to be
for that I am grateful
as for the pain
you shoveled on me
I am determined to be free
no longer your child
I am me
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