Rod E. Kok
October 11, 2014
I didn’t ask
for harsh words.
I merely wanted
a ball glove.
Bruises of my youth
will fade,
but memories of your anger
are seared forever.
I sought protection,
but only received excuses
which smelled
of whiskey and
stale cigarettes.
You called me
a mistake of passion,
you treated me
as a little lower
than your dog.
Why?
No wait…
don’t answer.
Your cruel interactions
led me to
a determined goal:
to live free.
I’ve turned madness into
bravery,
teaching others
to be proud,
walk up straight,
be courageous.
I want the world to know
my story, the history
which made me
who I am today.
I am yours,
though your denial
rots away your
last chance at decency.
I hope you see
where you’ve gone
wrong,
for I’ve told your life
through the eyes
of a child.
Harsh realities, great job of displaying them. Thanks for linking up with OctPoWriMo.
ReplyDeleteI love the point of view you shared. I love that the last but showed motivation, courage, bravery. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteMy details are different, but my story is much the same. Today, I devote my life to giving my own children a very different life. They have much sweeter stories to tell, and, somehow, that is a balm for the little girl I was.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing so bravely!
This is beautiful, totally in line with the prompt in my opinion, speaking up fo children, coming from your inner child.
ReplyDeleteI can feel the sadness and the fear. I was a bit like this too.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful words