She’s been listening to this bile throughout her life
These nasty, vitriolic bitter lies
Blackmail of the soul and more besides
A full-frontal phycological assault
Only now she’s learning
This was not her fault
How obnoxious and how poisonous the seed
Planted, cultivated, grown and teased
Meticulously nurtured and with ease
Laced with acrimony, grudge and salt
And now she questions
This was not her fault?
From all this selfish hatred comes a love
A perseverance for a greater good
The will to extricate from barb and hook
Rid of all these feelings of revolt
For now, she knows
That this was not her fault