She sits in the corner, hiding her face
While trying not to be seen
She talks to herself in silent whispers
A child of only thirteen
She closes her eyes and holds her breath
Praying he passes her by
She struggles to be invisible
But his footsteps keep drawing him nigh
He screams her name with rum on his breath
She whispers a silent prayer
She prays for God to close his eyes
And not let him find her there
This corner becomes her refuge
As her father comes stumbling by
Her heartbeat fills the empty room
As she tries her best not to cry
Her father finds an empty bed
And closes his eyes to sleep
She thanks the Lord for hearing her prayer
And silently begins to weep
That's not my elephant! my father said to me
Mine is pink with wings, funnily, he likes to eat spaghetti
I think I'll call him Ella, named after a girl I knew
We danced at the 2nd graders ball, her dress was so see through
My father was once a politician, until his marbles began to set
I visit him as often as I can, introducing as if we'd just met
But somewhere in his confusion, he can recite The Bill of Rights
And once he does he smiles, to me he can still delight
As I turn to leave, to wave goodbye, in his eyes I see a tear
Still reciting The Bill of Rights, smiling from ear to ear
With Ella from the 2nd graders, he smiles in self triumphant
As he points towards the window, it's not pink, that's not my elephant!
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
The Father sent His son
Down 42 generations
To save me of all of
The misery you placed
On me.
You conceived me at 42
And had nothing ready
For me, no funds,
No room, no voice,
Or any choice,
Other than the ones you made.
I had my first choice at 29
And I chose that your problems
Would no longer be mine
And I would look to the big guy
The Father to be my problem
Solver. No matter what solutes,
That are put into my mix.
Jesus, not water, the universal solvent,
At the cross already handled it.
Thanks to both fathers for all
You placed in my life.
All of them kept me fighting
Until the end
Because with Him I’ll win
And be in heaven with
All of life’s champions.
He’s alive and well
Just like me.
While you were doing
What you wanted to do
You took good care of me
One day I hope to have
My own family
And not make the
Same mistakes you
Did because I
Declare that Jesus
Is alive in me.
A haunting house voice
remained in her mind,
and the spirit cries
echoed in silence,
as the child dies.
Her soul sits in the dark,
poetic reflections, and sentiments
seem to slowly disappear,
along with it, the suffering and the fear,
her father losing faith in God,
as he paced slowly in the other room,
feeding the sadness,
and feeding the gloom,
tightening and un-tightening his aching arm,
he carried his daughter all night long,
trying to show strength,
trying to be strong.
God has many reputations,
A Saint when the sick lives,
A Demon when the sick dies,
nothing in between,
and no credit when he tries.
The father’s nerves on edge,
as he strode out of the morgue,
gladly leaving that chilly room,
and the child’s soul asks God,
“ My father says there are no Angels in the sky,
to watch over him, is that true,
I really want to know why?”
The simplest question almost slipped by,
so God replied,
“ You were the apple in his eyes,
now you’re his Angel in the sky.”
His Anger Grows
His anger grows everyday
Due to a father who abused him in everyway.
He shows no emotions except for anger
And because of that I feel he's in danger.
Revenge is all that he seeks. He feels like he belongs with the freaks.
He carries so much inside.
He feels like he has so much to hide.
Which makes his anger grow everyday.
Because of a father who abused him in everyway.
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As I look up at the starless sky
I see the weeping moon shine bright
Secretly wishing I could fly
Across the skies to were my heart truly lies
I miss my father, who’s far away leading another life with
Another wife
They have daughter beautiful as can be
I secretly wish that she was me
I never knew my father until I was grown
Now we are the best of friends
But my heart still longs for forgotten memories
That were never shared between
A father and his oldest daughter
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