The argument was
heated,
Shortly after he came
in and greeted,
I reminded him of how
I had been mistreated,
Emphasized the many
ways I had been cheated,
I only paused to ask
him to be seated,
I didn’t want his feet
wobbling in shock from all the truth darts being meted,
I laid bare all the
machismo which had grown over the years to be very conceited,
Always feeling
threatened and trying to compete even though I was not one to have competed,
Like the prisoner
without a crime I was repeatedly verbally and physically maltreated,
I made it clear in
unequivocal terms that the jail term was served and will never be repeated,
Before my pent up
tirade was completed I told him before I retreated,
That it didn’t matter
that all these years during his one man competitions I had been defeated,
I found my lost feet,
recovered my stifled voice and have been treated,
I was sure there was
no shadow or shred of doubt in his mind that I was serious.
Brussels © April 2015
afesehngwaHilary
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