Bron Dayvid

Rookie - 0 Points (March 3 1993 / Cleveland, Ohio)

The Rapist - Poem by Bron Dayvid

You kidnap my son and hold him for Ransom
Forcing him to speak an unknown tongue
If he had legs I am sure he would run

You molest my daughter and tell her lies like
You love her and how you knew her mother but she knows the truth
So her eyes you cover and her mouth you smother

I'm your father now, you say
Your real dad past away

You raped my wife in public sight for all to see
I sigh but don't cry for she still is in me
So is my daughter and so is my son
See what you thought you had plenty of turns out to be none
Your pathetic
I weep
It saddens me to see such a shameful act
But I also smile, how flattered I am to be your dad
Was it not I who gave you birth
Is it not I you see in your reflection
So as they cheer and as they praise know
It was I who impressed them


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 3, 2011


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