i am angry

I am an amalgamation
Of mother and father—
And their mothers
And their fathers we can’t find

I am a dutiful representation of humankind 
The offspring of rules
Beaten into my parents’ beloved flesh
Their bones, 
And their minds—

Transforming their love Into a
Dagger
Bitter, and ugly 
Carved from fear 
And given
Like 
a rotten
apple drowned
with honey and
called sweet—

Manipulated 
To fashion me a scar worthy of hiding.

I am an amalgamation
Of love and hate—
The games we play
And the people we've played.

I am an amalgamation of humankind 
Which is to say 
I am human 
And beloved—
A mixture of your wicked ways

And you are the rope
Who holds me down
The one 
From whom I drown.

I am worthy of your pain
As you are
My anger.