Victims of abuse sometimes fight back. Its about time we write in honor of them. |
Hiding in my closet Trying to dry my tears. Smelling your cologne I realize all my fears. My life begins to flash Right before my eyes. I feel your hand caressing Softly between my thighs. I look at you in horror At what you're about to do I silently pray I'm dreaming That none of this is true. Anger flashes like lightning Running through my mind. This is not going to happen I am going to fight this time. I slowly reach around To grab my brothers bat When you notice what I'm doing You throw me on the mat. I tried to get up to run Only to be knocked down. Frantically grabbing for anything A lamp was all I found. Gathering up the courage, To do what must be done. I reared back with all my might And hit you when I spun. I stood in shock and wonder When I saw you fall And then continued to hit you Screaming through it all. I had taken your torment For far to long in my life I am your only daughter, I am not a replacement wife. And yet through it all I still have my faith But yours my father I have gladly been able to break. Now when you see me, You look through different eyes And it is me that no longer Hides in the closet and cries. |