From Ashes, I rise

Young, teenage promiscuity resulting from the absence of a father figured you to be.
Sneaking and creeping out windows while the house sleeps.
Caught in a web of lies and deceit, confronted to face the music by maternal intuition caught in the act.
I figured, this was my chance to break free.
On the edge of mama's bed with a belt strap in her hand, I confessed and blamed you. Overseas, no arms in reach; no hold on me.
Convincing of the darkness bestowed upon me, I released my secrets and attempts to escape over years of rape; A cloak uncovered what no child should know from as far back as I can remember.
Convinced, we weep.  Realizing the task that lie in wait and succumbed by a sort of grief, decisions of how to make your confessions rear its ugly head were coerced in a speech, "I [had] a dream"; not deferred, but, reality.
Your Be D-Yous brought you home, stateside where the hammer awaits.
Four little girls split down the middle. The eldest stripped from Home., while a higher power ripped the restraints that bound my neck, my feet, my hands were released and I was set free.  
Now, Time served you care to take on the role you should have been.  The father I never knew and never had.  But, admitting your wrong will give you peace but you care not
But carry-on like you have done know wrong in attempts to make up for lost time.  Your chance to explain the always unanswered question--Why?,  has come and gone; no readmittance.  But, I can see you walking, DEAD in my eye.
Said Angelou, like air, still I rise.