I CALLED HIM DAD
There was a man.
I called him dad.
He stole my innocence,
took my flesh,
destroyed my youth,
twisted the truth,
and told me I should be glad.
There was a man.
I called him dad.
For all he did:
Robbed, isolated,
twisted, ruined,
raped me,
Should I be glad?
Or,
Should I be mad?
Sad?
I'm not.
He does not own me,
and his dirt is not mine.
There was a man.
I called him dad.
His power games are his, not mine.
The charges had been laid,
And he has done his time.
Now forgiven,
It is up to him.
I pray,
that someday
he might understand his crime.
There was a man.
I called him dad.
He stole my innocence,
took my flesh,
destroyed my youth,
twisted the truth,
and told me I should be glad.
There was a man.
I called him dad.
For all he did:
Robbed, isolated,
twisted, ruined,
raped me,
Should I be glad?
Or,
Should I be mad?
Sad?
I'm not.
He does not own me,
and his dirt is not mine.
There was a man.
I called him dad.
His power games are his, not mine.
The charges had been laid,
And he has done his time.
Now forgiven,
It is up to him.
I pray,
that someday
he might understand his crime.
Written and published by R.Marcus Gaudry, 2004.
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