To Honor Denim Day
I was most vulnerable
As I had just showered
He, urging me to come to his room
"You don't need to get dressed."
I trusted him
As i carried his genes, in my body
He had power and control
For I was his daughter so I was to honor him
My soul felt dirty
As if dipped in charcoal dust
Cast off from the grill
Because it was worthless
My cheeks burned as he touched me
Made me feel so small again
As if I were only five
In the end it all came out
Karma has trapped him
He's lost the trust, of family and friends
I do hope he repents
For I have forgiven him
This poem is about:
Me