I am a strong
woman.
I have love
and I have my
tears, my laughter
and I am able to
see the beautiful
things of this world.
You are weak.
Your self-centered
Evil, twisted, hateful
Soul
Will not consume me,
Will not bring me down.
You hold on with blackened
Rotted claws of fear and loathing
And the raw NEED
to just have something to be
angry about.
I am not angry.
I watched your words unread
burn and fuel my self-worth
because I
already knew what
they would say.
Your hate is dead among
the embers.
I will not tolerate.
I will not listen.
I am stronger.
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