Treasure Island

Tim caffery

(02/09/1978 / San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, CA)

Native Daughter


To die is my daughter, gasping in the womb's water
Not for air to breathe in poison, but for compassion that burns hotter
Where fire burns no life can live, as such is sorrow
No yesterday can dwell in the unknown tomorrow
As a mother is broken under bombs of freedom
So, a child is proven that towards life, they don't need them
Thus fathers wipe mothers' faces away
Tis' flesh & bone left in their stay
And my child grows to kill on spite
Never having experienced life
Snatch my heart, kill my being
Put a plastic bag over my daughter's dream
No state, no religion can save her now
She is to be had as the sow
Tear her back and take her self
I shall rally yet not help
Rip her vagina and toss it fro
As the sower tosses his seed to sow
I stand nor bow as I meet my demise
I have no ears, I have no eyes
As you rip apart her thighs
To breed another civilized life
I concede my seed to you
Knowing you will rape her through and through
Goodbye, my girl, fair thee well
Your father hasn't even your story to tell

9/27/2013



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Submitted: Friday, September 27, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 16, 2013

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