Eyes of a Child

I didn’t ask

for harsh words.

I merely wanted

a ball glove.

Bruises of my youth

will fade,

but memories of your anger

are seared forever.

I sought protection,

but only received excuses

which smelled

of whiskey and

stale cigarettes.

You called me

a mistake of passion,

you treated me

as a little lower

than your dog.

Why?

No wait…

don’t answer.

Your cruel interactions

led me to

a determined goal:

to live free.

I’ve turned madness into

bravery,

teaching others

to be proud,

walk up straight,

be courageous.

I want the world to know

my story, the history

which made me

who I am today.

I am yours,

though your denial

rots away your

last chance at decency.

I hope you see

where you’ve gone

wrong,

for I’ve told your life

through the eyes

of a child.

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