Break me down.
Split me open.
You already express your disdain in word and deed.
The glass ceiling is reinforced with actions that transparently demonstrate your hatred for all I am.
Do not whisper your lies to me,
I have peeled off your mask.
What dwells in me is a fighter,
While in you shivers a fear.
Hold me back, bring forth my wrath.
I dare you.
© 2018 Kim Congram