Queen of My Hell

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 14, 2016

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"Don't speak unless spoken to, don't have any sort of tone.
Do what I tell you, no independence will be shown.

If you don't do it right, you're a useless waste of space
I'm the queen, kiss my feet, and don't forget your place.

I raised you, and fed you, put a roof over your head.
You owe me your servitude, now do what I said.

You're not allowed to be tired, worn down, and sore
Now get up and do something; you're such a lazy whore.

I sit on my throne and pass judgment on you;
Not doing a damn thing, but criticizing what you do."

Insults, and degradation, are something you expect from most others
But what do you do when the bully's your own mother?


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