Dear Daddy, I blame you
This bed does not welcome me
The cotton and linen seam to entrap me
You have ordered them to hold me hostage from childhood
Dear Daddy, I blame the person for my insecurity
It seems as though sleep paralysis holds my body
Forcing me to feel the pain and the shame
Not allowing me to fight back
Dear Daddy, I blame the person for the scars on my arms,
The scars on my thighs, for never feeling clean enough.
I wait for the sun, it’s bright rays that lead to heaven signals that my battle
Though lost,
Is over.
Dear Daddy, I know the person were the first to steal my innocence,
I hope I was your first and last.
I scrub the scent of sin off of my body
Wishing there was a land of color I can magically arrive in or a hole that leads to a land of wonder
Dear Daddy, I blame the person for crying in the middle of the night.
Late was the hour when the red river flowing from the slits in my arms awaken me to the reality:
The sun has not come up yet,
My battle has yet to begin.
Coma would hold more hospitality than paralysis
Death, a figure of black, a skeletal figure feeding off of the rotten flesh and souls of the inhumane
Rejects covered in the scent of sin
Kind of like
You