Not once, but
Many times
I bore my dad’s
Imprints
As he laid
His beefy
Palms on me
He would
Wash them
Away in
Moments of
Remorse.
They have
Fossilized
In my memory
Caked with
Tears and hate.
I remember
The bolted door
Papa’s waltz
Branding me
With lashes,
the leather-whip
Drawn from
His waist
For my date with
Five boys at one go.
He loved me
too much
To let me
Unbridle.
My be I was
Too 'dangerous '
For a girl of
Twelve! ! !
I see bravery in your quest for self definition. To strike another person requires no thought. Forgiving takes a lot of thought.
thanks for this poem but if this you don't want this to be done to you ior if in case he is doing this to you, be brave to tell to the police. Call 911 or call me and with my poetry and gentle way, I can rally behind thee. thanks and take care, melvin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My be I was Too 'dangerous ' For a girl of Twelve! ! ! ohhhhh thinking of such bad experiences.. sad. tony