I WILL BE A MONSTER

You may think that he is amazing,

But to me he's only a monster.

He's why I would fall asleep under the bed,

Learned to cry at night silent and hollow.

Panicked and still,

When I hear the floor creak at night.

He's why I learned to hold my keys like knives,

Learned to hold my head high,

My spirit held together by glue, tape and bruised finger tips.

Crass and loud,

When I hear catcalls on the street.

But me I'll be the monster other girls need,

Because of men who are amazing.