Yours Is Not The Power

5 June 2014

Strangulating grip
around my throat,
in name of love
you stab and gloat.

The bullying, orders,
the all-about-you,
the manipulation, lies,
so cruel too,

the beck and call
the jump through hoops,
as lower and lower,
your spirit stoops.

I changed your image
from dark to light
and brought you from
hated to being liked

and in return
you kept punishing me
man, you be

when I dared
to disobey
your slyly veiled
rules of the day.

Your domination
is not for me.
You cannot kill
my spirit free.

Diana van den Berg

by Diana van den Berg

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