Dear Dad,
I no longer
Have to sit
Silently as
The words
You say spit
at me like fire.
- It still burns
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 2:34 PM UTC
Mother knows best,
but I've put
this ink
on my skin as
a reminder
that I am
not the
child who
died in that
House.
I was forced
to build a
place where
I belong,
and now that
I've Finally
created a place...
you want me back.
But I am
not the
child who
died in that
house.
I am a
woman
now,
Mother.
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 2:32 PM UTC