I have a voice When you refuse to acknowledge it—it hurts
When all you see are my glasses—it hurts
When you take my knowledge for granted—it hurts
When you take ME for granted—it hurts
When you surpass me; when you look straight through me—it hurts
When you think it’s okay to repeatedly break me—and do so—it hurts
When I thought you were my friend; when you betray me—it hurts . . .
You may do all those things to me; you may see me as weak . . .
But I can hit back—I intend to!—and it feels great.