maybe you are angry

Maybe when you were a baby your mother was told not to pick you up when you cried,
not to sleep with you and your perfect body.
Maybe she did not offer you milk from her warm body.
Maybe you were taught to pee and shit in your pants and then a few years later yelled at when you did.
Maybe your mother was gone, or your father, maybe they had no support and were alone and angry, Maybe you were abused, yelled at by the ones you loved. Told you were not enough, not ok as you were. Maybe you were raped.  Maybe you went to school and were teased because of the shape of your eyes, because you were fat or had a lisp, you dressed funny.  Maybe you were told not to like what you liked: the color pink or the same sex or dancing or...  Maybe you cried because you did not want to go but were made to.  Maybe you live two miles form a huge lake and have never seen it.  Maybe you have never been told you are good, magical and lovable.  Maybe you have never put your hands into you mother earth or eaten fresh food from a tree.
And then the media told you you were not right, your hair is to frizzy, you don't have enough friends, your family weird, your breath and body smelly.  That you shouldn't talk about sex, or touch yourself at night. That you gender is weak or violent, your skin color a sign of being inferior.
Maybe you were told there was a road to happiness through how you looked or what you owned or though how much power and money you have.  Maybe you were beaten on the street after you left the corner store, or watched others die from violence or neglect.
Maybe now you work a job that shakes your body and vibrates in your ears until you ache.  Maybe you are yelled at by your boss or looked down at and feel you can't leave.  Maybe over and over again you cut open carcasses of cows and stand in stinking blood, you wrists, your body in pain. Maybe you are invisible and feel like no one needs you.
Maybe you long to be loved but only feel warmth and safety from a bottle or from pills. Maybe you hate the person you have become and how you treat the mother or father of your children. maybe you beat the ones you love.  Or ignore them because it is just too hard.  Maybe your body just hurts
and you are alone
and maybe now
Now you are angry.