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THE STORY IN MY HEAD
THE STORY IN MY HEAD
(Sounds Of Silence)
Would I have had it any better in life?
Why would it be me?
Why would he hurt me?
He is my Father
Why would he get closer to me?
Why would he unbutton me and tell me not to shout?
and why did I not?
Why did I not tell Mom?
That her husband, my father is not the man he was once
Now, he craves for me, his product,
That he didn't do it just once
but more times that I have even lost count
I am hurt but can only speak to myself
For one word out, is hell
I am fearful not to speak, for he said
DO NOT DARE SAY ANYTHING, or you are gone {dead}
Mom, I am sorry but I each time you inquire,
"Are you feeling fine, Glory?"
I can only say "Yes Ma," a deceiving story;
I can only smile at you
For the man in front
Is not a man
but a beast who feasts
on his own kids.
I fear for my own death to not come at this young age
Perhaps, I can tell only myself this tale
Till when he is of old
and the story can then be told.
Copyright ©
Emmanuel Adedayo Ojelade
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