The Big Bad Wolf, NO MORE!
He huffed and he puffed, and I got back up.
Please note-
This is something that I wrote several years ago. I have since edited and played with it in minor ways, however the core of this writing was written when I was going through a lot of remembering, processing, and healing from my traumas.
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One.
I hear his voice,
Hauntingly inescapable.
The stomping from his feet,
Terribly unforgettable.
I run to my room,
Shut my door, and barricade-
A barrier made of flesh and bone.
The door bangs, rattles,
Threatening to open.
Let me in!
A voice full of rage-
Yelling, demanding,
While I put all my weight,
Into the barricade of the door.
Two...
Images of shards of a waffle cone
And melted ice cream,
Freezing and sticking
To my hair and my scalp.
You don't need dessert!
Hearing him order
Her to clean it up.
Three!
The firm grip of
His hand on my arm-
Throwing me against
My keyboard, and
Demanding I go back
To my party.
This is YOUR party! Don't you DARE hide!
Tears and humiliation,
Becoming my new normal.
FOUR
Hearing him scream,
Tearing her down...
Until her tear-filled
Submission-
You don't need those socks!
Walking two hours
To return clothes to the store.
FIVE
Offering to help me with math-
Are you STUPID?!
Then tearing me down when
I don't understand.
READY OR NOT...HERE I COME!
YOU taught me to believe
That I am stupid,
A liar-
worthless.
I can't "take a joke",
Because you put me down
Through "JUST JOKING".
YOU taught me dependency,
While preaching INDEPENDENCY.
After all, there's NO need to learn,
When YOU'RE here to do it for me!
Instead of being open-minded,
YOU stayed quick to judge me STUPID.
My neurodiversity, an UNHEARD of
Concept in YOUR twisted mind!
YOU HUFFED, AND YOU PUFFED
AND YOU TRIED TO KNOCK ME DOWN...
But guess what?
My sticks and stones are RESILIENT,
And I built them back up-
Without YOU, the big bad wolf,
My hut is now stronger than
Anything YOU could ever destroy!
Big bad wolf?
No more.
About the Creator
Emily Kitty
I'm a writer of fantasy, with a penchant for dark fantasy, and a love of exploring morally grey themes.
I also enjoy writing free-form expressionist poetry as a way to express any mental health struggles I may be experiencing at the time.


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