My father’s crime:
(a man, my Mother & I never knew) ,
penetrated my Mother deep
where she had no smile.
She despised me,
when the looks of his face & eyes:
“eyed” his looks in my face,
and one of the reasons,
why I knew,
my Mother would never
teach me to smile,
when I was born:
my “birth, ” was another crime committed.
I am: my rapist father’s sin,
“against” my Mother,
in a dark stinkin’ alley.
A Mother:
that “chose” not to ever love me,
because my father took,
what my Mother never,
gave him permission: to touch.
When I was born,
I was/ not placed/ in a Nursery:
I was/ placed / in the trash.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem