This is a poem about a victim standing up for themselves against their bullies and how they took their strength from God.

My pain as a mother struggling to cope with a child who is struggling.

About being female.

Can one really see behind a closed door? I imagine it depends on what one believes and then is willing to accept based on that belief.

Honey, was there a hint of welcome defiance?

I don’t care what they say.

I was so self-centered, I didn’t even bother about how hard my parents were working hard for me.

My old self.

A tale of defiance.