by Kim B Miller
Who hurt you
Who saw your pain as an instrument for joy
Who took the lyrics to your song and threw in sorrow
Watching you struggle is like a sport to them
But they are not spectators they are initiators of devastation
Who hurt you
Who took what you said and regurgitated it into what you didn’t say
Who took your thoughts and blessings and blended them into a curse
Who gathered hurtful syllables until your blood dripped from each word
While you sat uncomfortably comfortable with your lack of hope
Who hurt you
Who tried to find flaws in your beauty
Who pointed out the flaws
A scar filled map “brailed” into your skin provided the perfect coordinates to where hurt was buried
Who put epitaphs in plain sight
Who hurt you
Who said you were limited in your growth but wouldn’t help you on your path
Who fed you excuses instead of growth
Who hurt you
Who tried to subtract your accomplishments, but math is not their skill set
Though mathematically, they can’t multiply your pain without adding you to the problem
Why did you volunteer to participate in your own destruction
Worthiness is not plural
Who hurt you
Who did you allow inside your head
You said they were rented opinions, and you had an option to buy until you gave them mortgage payments
Who hurt you
Pain can only live where it’s invited, and you made it feel comfortable
Who hurt you
The mirror says it’s you
©Kim B Miller
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Facilitator, Keynote Speaker, Author, Host
Award Winning Spoken Word Poet, Haikuist
Prince William County, Manassas & Manassas Park VA Poet Laureate Emerita
First African American Poet Laureate for PWC, VA
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