Go ahead and talk to me that way.
Be mean and nasty.
You call me names.
You yell at me.
You tell me I’m worthless.
I’ve heard it all before.
You try so hard to put me down.
To make me feel bad about myself.
You ridicule me.
You attempt to make me feel stupid.
You talk to me that way in front of our friends.
As if demeaning me around them makes you look better.
But you know what?
It makes you look small.
It makes you look petty.
And I am now impervious.
(Exactly 99 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where we are challenged to write a poem or piece of prose using the word “impervious” in exactly 99 words.