Baby.

Don’t call me baby.

Don’t you dare call me baby.

I’m serious.

Don’t you dare fucking call me baby.

Being that you haven’t used my actual name in over a year but instead only call me baby removes myself from myself.

I lost myself because you insist on calling me baby.

I lost myself in you.

I lost myself in a way that was like a kidnapping.

You stole me from myself.

When I was confused and couldn’t find myself.

Instead of enlightening me you walked me further into darkness.

While blindfolded and dizzy.

Because you called me baby.

To call me that is to create anonymity with my own psyche.

Who am i?

Oh…

Just baby…

Just HIS baby.

Nothing more.

Therefore removing my worth as a human being.

I lay on the floor.

I have no meaning not being your baby.

I stood up though.

I realized that I am too strong to be your baby.

And now I am not your baby.

Not anymore.

So don’t call me baby.

I have a fucking name.

And no it isn’t baby.

It’s freedom.

It’s wisdom.

It’s beauty.

But it sure as hell ain’t baby.

(Written July 2016)