PRESTON :
Shaggy hair, cup of coffee, a book and dreams.... You didn't hope to find Superman in me.... The days you said I was everything..The days you wished I was nothing...All I did was sit down on my bedroom floor and my wounds nursing.... I didn't have the chest to shout at you... Neither the power to return your blows.... But deep inside me it was your name I was cursing....It broke me... When you wanted fish and rice when you just left enough for greens and maize meal.....
What did I do wrong... For you to hate me.... What line did I cross at just 5... To make me what you did.... They told me you are gone now.... Accept and move on.... I will forgive you for battering my mother.... I will forgive you for scolding me.... And even chopping her legs off....You were the man of the house right??
I will not blame your actions... You staggered and lost your job... A breadwinner who lost the bread....A father figure who wasn't so fatherly....A man who wasn't so manly....A dream chaser who fed on nightmares... They told me to write your eulogy... They said I was the first born daughter...I've lived with you for 15years I should know slot about my father.... My heart sank.... Mind frooze eyes popped... Hate rage and whims of vengeance escalated.... I wrote two words.... Only two words.... "Not his"....
I swear father... I took me all I had... Everything I had.... To write that.... As I wrote I saw you naked body.... Moving in forbidden ways along my body.... I saw my legs fly apart as you pushed them mercilessly as if I wasn't your blood.... I saw the devil tearing my growing flower, disassembling the flowery petals.... One after the other... I saw red flaming eyes that commanded my clothes off.....I saw a father who took away my innocence.....
At your burial ceremony.... They gave me gift and said all the sorries they could.... I too hated most of their hypocritical faces.... Most of them knew this.... I didn't send flowers to your grave... I wrote just 2 poems... All that you did... And all I wanted you to do.... They said forgive him...
I forgave you Father... But I will never forgive you for snatching my innocence....And when courage comes... I'll burn your graveyard.... Shaggy hair, short skirts and a nerdy eye lens.... I let you rest in pieces.....
©Hurt_surgeon2017
beblogpreston.blogspot.com
Shaggy hair, cup of coffee, a book and dreams.... You didn't hope to find Superman in me.... The days you said I was everything..The days you wished I was nothing...All I did was sit down on my bedroom floor and my wounds nursing.... I didn't have the chest to shout at you... Neither the power to return your blows.... But deep inside me it was your name I was cursing....It broke me... When you wanted fish and rice when you just left enough for greens and maize meal.....
What did I do wrong... For you to hate me.... What line did I cross at just 5... To make me what you did.... They told me you are gone now.... Accept and move on.... I will forgive you for battering my mother.... I will forgive you for scolding me.... And even chopping her legs off....You were the man of the house right??
I will not blame your actions... You staggered and lost your job... A breadwinner who lost the bread....A father figure who wasn't so fatherly....A man who wasn't so manly....A dream chaser who fed on nightmares... They told me to write your eulogy... They said I was the first born daughter...I've lived with you for 15years I should know slot about my father.... My heart sank.... Mind frooze eyes popped... Hate rage and whims of vengeance escalated.... I wrote two words.... Only two words.... "Not his"....
I swear father... I took me all I had... Everything I had.... To write that.... As I wrote I saw you naked body.... Moving in forbidden ways along my body.... I saw my legs fly apart as you pushed them mercilessly as if I wasn't your blood.... I saw the devil tearing my growing flower, disassembling the flowery petals.... One after the other... I saw red flaming eyes that commanded my clothes off.....I saw a father who took away my innocence.....
At your burial ceremony.... They gave me gift and said all the sorries they could.... I too hated most of their hypocritical faces.... Most of them knew this.... I didn't send flowers to your grave... I wrote just 2 poems... All that you did... And all I wanted you to do.... They said forgive him...
I forgave you Father... But I will never forgive you for snatching my innocence....And when courage comes... I'll burn your graveyard.... Shaggy hair, short skirts and a nerdy eye lens.... I let you rest in pieces.....
©Hurt_surgeon2017
beblogpreston.blogspot.com
No comments:
Post a Comment