By Jesi Scott
He does it, he says, to get a rise out of me.
Then, when I don’t react the way he wants me to,
He says my response is inappropriate.
All because I don’t find it funny,
His constant criticism
Or the one-sided verbal sparring
Where he must always prove himself superior;
Those arguments where,
No matter what I say,
The words become knife twists
On his tongue,
And he’s the only one finding humor
In the stressful situation
And I wonder, after I’ve managed to
Numb the pain once again,
If he thinks I’m so inferior,
Why is he always trying to be right?
*Day 6 poem is done. I’m four days late due to illness and only just feeling better today. My poem is about the battle rather than the victory or loss.