Contempt

I try to avoid

Feeling contempt

But it is my

Knee jerk instinct

Taught to me at birth

The moment my mother

Held me and sighed her

Deep, deep sigh.

My father in the waiting room

Wondering why

He decided to be

Someone he isn’t

Me–

Trapped as an

“Innocent” made to feel

Filthy, unkempt

Unkind and unwanted

A mannish freak

From hell beneath

Contempt from

Seed to harvest

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