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.
The story I fear telling anyone, I have to keep my sounds in my silence