Thanks You Don't Deserve
You slithered in one night
when I was four
I watched You creep inside
and shut the door
I remember the weight -
your hips on mine
I tried to run, or yell,
or even hide.
There was no escaping
it was my fate,
the only option left
was simply . . . wait.
Wait for You to stop or
see your mistake;
mistook me for a slab
of virgin meat.
I know that what You did
to me was wrong,
it's played on repeat in
my mind so long.
I was only four, I was
naive and scared
There was no way I was
at all prepared.
But, thank You. You showed me
that I am more,
more than property or
a piece of game,
I am a nice girl and
I have a name.
You can call me strong,
a real fighter.
They can all call me a
survivor, for
I lived through all Your vio-
lent attacks and
learned to keep myself and
mind in tact. For
I am alive, and well
but you're not, dad, ...
hell.