Imagine you’re me,
A teenage girl who’s been
Doing everything sexual
Apart from intercourse
With her father for as long
As she can remember,
And sex from when she was ten.
Who’s mother died when she was born,
Never known from memory or tale.
When your world didn’t fall apart,
Not truly,
When you were taken from him
By social services because of the bruises,
Nor when you’re put in foster care
And both your reliever-parents have sex with you,
Nor when a nice family hear about your “case”
And decide to adopt you,
And you’re shipped off, cross country.
Nor when you stayed in secret contact
With the only father who actually loves you,
And you tell him where you are
So he can come to a hotel with a fake name
And give you what you’ve been missing.
Nor when you tell your new father
He can do what he wants to you,
So long as he doesn’t hurt his real daughter,
Your new adopted sister,
And he does just that.
No.
Your world truly falls apart
Only when through secret contact
You ask your father,
“If mum was around
Would we still have done
All that we did?”
And when, comes his reply,
“Yes”
So you ask him, does he still love her?
Her. Your mother. That woman.
And again his reply,
“Yes.”
Oh true it is, that is when
Your world truly falls apart.
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No dickwad sympathy. It's not needed.
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Your world truly falls apart
Only when through secret contact
You ask your father,
“If mum was around
Would we still have done
All that we did?”
And when, comes his reply,
“Yes”
So you ask him, does he still love her?
Her. Your mother. That woman.
And again his reply,
“Yes.”
Oh true it is, that is when
Your world truly falls apart.
great great great my darling -
Humm..you raised some thoughts which need attention..me too would like to consider your words in a deep shell of my muse...
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people say that we have to see the bright side of every moment happened to us...eventhough on this case it is difficult to 'see' the bright side, but at least you can stop crying and start smiling thinking that God loves you and will help you...just ask Him in your prayers.
Thanks for sharing this.
If I were in such condition , sure I will hate the evil action and afraid for any intimate relationship. But I believe that miracle is still happening - so I will pray for additional strength to continue my life
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I am going way out on the limb here and it may break and well thus I hurt myself with this but to me after reading your poem here it seems like he would have still done all he did to you even if your mother was stilla round as you stated but it would seem like since she passed on that you were her spitting image and well thus he wanted to mold you into something you wrren;t.?. any ways sorry merely my own opinion. this is an impressive poem but also very sad because I felt your heartache and pain dripping with each word. any ways thanks for sharing this and hopefully things will get better for you because no matter what someone does to you physically mentally emotionally you are beautiful inside and out. any ways
take care. =)
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well im not gonna lie this is some what diffrent then what i am use to reading and from you! but in a way it did get my attemchen i mean i read it needless to say interesting doll hope all is well love much and take care
xoxoxo
endless -
Hmm. This isnt your usual style.
I'm curious as to who its about ... or maybe the theories and what ifs are running through your head.
Love you,
Claire-Anne
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