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

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