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
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