You had given me life, and showed me the light.
You had given me wisdom for the years that had come.
You had given me so much, and I have yet to return such.
But you’d also taken away my years.
Denied my happiness.
Denied my person.
Denied my good.
Denied my life.
Now, you ask me why I hold anger and tell me to let it go.
I am not letting go, and that will remain so.
Until the day I die.