so i dedicate this poem to closets, those who are afraid to come out of them and those who remain their lives within them,
because i know how much that shit hurts while trying to breathe through the keyholes.
i don't think i need to spell out that four lettered word but i can say it was at the hands of somebody who was meant to have my full trust, my full confidence, my full dependence at a time between five, six, seven and eight years old ...
Daddy, did you know life is about choices About finding and raising our own voices About finding our OWN place in the world No matter how curvy or straight or how it swirls?
Daddy, did you know that EVERYTHING is not about RIGHT or WRONG? Did you know some things are matters of preference all along? Did you know this when you threw your tantrum fits Or did you learn all this bit by bit?
Daddy, did you know I swallowed your toxic drink Believing your bitter truths without a blink Bearing all the scars induced by your...
She was Daddy’s girl Until she was daddy’s girl Beaten bright and blue Beaten into two Little soul left her body While daddy continued with his hobby Oklahoma limbo A room with no windows Big enough for a king sized bed
Cold January air daddy wasn’t there One shot was all it took Wiped from the history book Now Daddy cries for his little girl While daddy finds another girl