The Story in My Head

The Story in My Head

Would I have had it any better in life?Why would it be me?Why would he hurt me?He is my FatherWhy would he get closer to me?Why would he unbutton me and tell me not to shout?and why did I not?Why did I not tell Mom?

That her husband, my father is not the man he was onceNow, he craves for me, his product,That he didn't do it just oncebut more times that I have even lost count

I am hurt but can only speak to myselfFor one word out, is hellI am fearful not to speak, for he saidDO NOT DARE SAY ANYTHING, or you are gone {dead}

Mom, I am sorry but I each time you inquire,"Are you feeling fine, Glory?"I can only say "Yes Ma," a deceiving story;I can only smile at you

For the man in frontIs not a manbut a beast who feastson his own kids.

I fear for my own death to not come at this young agePerhaps, I can tell only myself this taleTill when he is of oldand the story can then be told.

(c)Emmiasky Ojex

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