Step Dads Belt
I loved his leather, shiny, belt,
that buckles ornate gleam,
stars sailed around an eagle,
to wear it was my dream.
I never saw him wear it,
laid out across his chair,
it wouldn’t suit the suits he wore,
it wouldn’t, to be fair.
Eleven when I wore it.
It wasn’t how I’d dreamed.
He brought it down across my back,
and no one heard me scream.
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