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I never had a say in anything. I had to be quite, submissive, complaint. Poor child me, I believed I could trust him, Was told I had to, told he was my father. I had to listen to him,
Dear Dad,I believe that, at my creation, God deemed you my father. How else could a man be so delicately crafted for my upbringing?
The painted sky is brought to life with flickers of golden light.   I have torched the night with the war cry you taught me.   We are an inferno, fueled by knowledge,
Acknowledging It. Barbie pink panties and an oversized tee Time to pick her cherry tree Innocence, gift and curse Him playing doctor and her playing nurse
3 years old and father is ill. Ill. I'll see him quench his obsessions, filling his demons with the drink of death. They burn his insides, destroying our home, while he sits calmly releasing his bitter smoke.
They say home is where the heart is But how can you find home if you cannot find your heart? I was so young and insecure
He took one look at me, Just one look, and he knew I had to be his all. He would be the one to sweep me up, hold me tight, The one who would never let me fall.
They speak to me Every harsh shut door that rings through our open floor plan Every reverbarating soundwave that slices through the tension
Not many people know I have a stepfather…   Her soul is married to anger Their fingers intertwine like dreadlocks As they drift away into the eyes of each other  
I will change, you say But do you know what that means? Are you really a man? Go ahead, hit her again. Maybe she will stay. Maybe she will forgive you. No no, not this time!
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