Being abused has its warm spots.
You develop a superhuman sense
to detect danger
and an intimidating ability
to observe subtle cues
most people miss or prefer to forget.
I first noticed this when I was 7,
where, upon returning home from
school I knew my mother wanted me
to proceed to the bedroom and prepare
myself for her, even before she did.
We are the best people pleasers
and service workers, hands down. And
some of us, gods that we are,
can even read minds
if we haven’t spent too much time
generating worlds to live reclusively in.
So divine and high culture we are,
while we are being mistreated, or
whenever we are in pain we can
leave our bodies at will and float above the
earth like clouds, and some of us know
how to stay up there all our lives.