What I was told

    I was told that I was worthless. I was told that I don't matter. I was told that no matter how hard I tried I would never rise above the stench that I was born into. I would never be heard. I would never be loved. And no matter what I ever apologized for I would never be forgiven. I was told that if the need ever arose that armies would be launched against me. That ships would sail at the mere mention of a cause to fight me. I was informed that of all the heinous things and people that populate this planet I rose above the commonality of their evil to reign supreme. I was told that nothing I've ever done while drawing breath would ever outdo what I've done before my breath was created. That it was better to cast the most virtueless off the cliffs of the coast than to allow them to love me. It was yelled in my face. It was yelled at a volume to where the spit from the forming of the words caused pain upon striking of my face. It was said with a passion that broke my heart from the combination of vowels. I was assaulted in a way that I could never protest. Because the law does not protect me. I was stricken in a way that no doctor can heal. Because medicine has not found the cure. No one came to my rescue. For my oppressor, prosecutor is chosen and there can be no reprise from their champion. I will be tortured until death. I suspect beyond death. I cannot feel the cool touch. I cannot feel the warm contentment. I cannot walk and see the footprints. I cannot witness the glory. I can only remember that one day back in the ether of time, things were different. But now I'm being told that was a mistake. That I am scum. And that I must shut up and take it. For this is my curse and it does not need my agreement.

And I was told all of this in a room were I was the only occupant.