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.
Dear reader, today's prompt for #OctPoWriMo is about children, and creating a safer world for them. I have not completely followed the prompt, but rather I've looked at an unjust world through someone else's eyes. Through the eyes of a child. Please enjoy.