he always makes sure that
his words are heard, loud and clearly
I feel like nothing worth
they made cruel fun of him, those 70s kids
so of course the offspring got the curse
only this child was a girl,
and thank god
she had it easier in many ways, exept
the real unspoken truth, living in her head
lost in imagination, being so innocent
this didn’t last long, soon she never wanted
to be in classroom, in school yard or most of all
on her way home from Hell,
then she wishes
for heavy rainfall to pour down, to hide it
very well, sorry little girl; I know it’s hard
to speak of this, the deep issues and wounds
I see through the Darkness,
bright Light within us, both
This is my story, my fathers story as well and to say it’s still painful, is the honest truth. I still move forward, no matter what
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