Picture-Not-So-Perfect Poem by Stella Sisanda Qishi

Something seems to be amiss with this picture...
you were once so frolic, so carefree,
so fraught with joy and so ebullient
amid the stranger taking ownership of your space
your second father, your assailant.
Abruptly you trudged and withdrew
you spoke in monosyllables,
always on the verge of tears
dealing with troubles inequivalent to your age
for that leviathan pig rused his way up your skirt
in your mother's absence
and revved his engine and disappeared in the face of the earth
leaving you speaking in a monotone.