Feeding My Father To the Devil

The rage begins again in the very first verse Because of my Dad’s sin, I have been consumed by this curse! And so the battle rages inside of me, and things seem to get worse You’ll see the many stages of my poetry; I’m blowing up my Father’s universe! I express the hurt in my heart about growing up as a kid This stress will not rest when I think of my Father and the things which he did The anger I feel for this “stranger” grows, and haunting memories fill my head A tear drop, I beg him to stop, and Heaven knows, I want him dead! A childhood pain nearly driving me insane, is who I am today My poetry is like cocaine getting me high; I am a samurai with my wordplay! I’ve grown up a fighter, now as a writer, I’ve reached that level And the heaviness on my heart gets lighter when, I think of feeding my Father to the devil! If you've been sexually abused by a family member, know that you're not alone- That you do have a voice. Reach out to others! W/love, Jimmy