To Be Undone Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

Each day,
I try to walk away,
From these words, I've been holding onto each day.

I don't want them as memories,
Or as trophies.

I don't want to be misused.
I know what it's like to feel abused.

So you take me down.
There you go again making me frown.

Do you think I want this?
The answer is no.

Here's the door.
It's either that or I take you to the floor.

My tolerance levels have limits.
There is where it sits.