i ask of you, the one who created and broke me,
will you hunt for another little girl, or will this end with
what you have done to hurt and shame this little girl you abandoned at the age of three?
are you still so hungry and sick like the beast i always knew you to be,
or perhaps taking one childhood away might be satisfying?
do you deserve to be locked in a cage like an animal,
amoral and apathetic to those who once loved you so,
or should someone give you a few seconds to breathe?
inside, i know that you, my dear, have never been safe,
not for little girls, grown women, or anything in between.
you live to serve your own interests, not a drop of remorse remains to be seen.
sick, demented, egregious even, pathetic some might say,
but truly, you are the most unruly, father after all.
you may break me down, and kill my soul,
but something you'll never see, the day i wake and drop my head
to concede to your disgusting scenes.
torture me as best you can, and still i will proceed,
to spit on you in silence while i finally can sleep.
i hope you understand and believe that you don't live inside of me.
you control nothing within, nor do you drive the theme,
not anymore, you do not have,
the pieces you stole from me.
i will live on to tell your story, as plainly as can be,
not wasting time to sympathize,
nor slowing down to compromise.
the truth weighs more than even i do,
and it's not as complex as it seems.
no matter how you skew the events,
the facts and reality,
the story is of a man with no care, no sense of empathy,
who came into a family of two,
a mother and daughter that had experienced more than their share
of torture, despair and abuse fueled by greed.
I will always escape from you.
Gracefully Written 