I remember when mommy told me
that if you trust a man, he will hurt you.
I never thought much of this. Instead of
listening to her, I asked, “mommy, where
She never responded to me.
When I was thirteen, mommy was having a
Drugs was all that was helping her cope.
I couldn’t do anything about it. And,
suddenly daddy appeared.
Daddy, in my dreams, was a hero.
He was like Superman, he was going to save me.
But I was wrong. Daddy was a sugar coated lie.
Daddy was a bad man. Daddy insulted me. I was
never good enough for Daddy. I spent times in my
bathroom, slicing open my arms and legs, tying
and tying and tying and tying and tying.
The noose over and over again. I took it down one week,
it showed up the next. I was a bomb. I was bound to go
off any second. I was suicidal. I covered my arms and legs
in fear of my best friend and teachers asking me what the
cuts were. I had one best friend. I thank her for being there
for me at the worst time in my life.
Daddy, you were the one who caused me to be like this.
Daddy, Mommy takes better care of me than you do.
Daddy, you’re a horrible father and your girlfriend is a
whore. She cheated on you, I hope you know that.
Daddy, i’m glad I didn’t kill my self.
Daddy, I am powerful. I am strong. I am something you will
I hate you.