A Southern Cry

A southern cry,

A young daughter’s mouth delivers

tales of her hearts discomforts…

Daddy don’t …please daddy don’t...

what am I to think

if I could have stood in your shoes

how could I identify

with such payments, for your dues?

daddy don’t you dare

after such display of weakness in your behavior

your inability to see…..

I am your child… your blood

how dare you disregard me….

I cry at night, out of fear...

now who but God, can I depend upon

whenever you’re near?

you took from me

what you had gave

I was you seed… indeed

then you took me

to be your slave….

You're my Father, if not you whom will I trust?

I do my best to forgive… just can’t forget the pangs of your lust…

how did I ever make it this far

to enable myself in making it back emotionally,

after being born your child

and the trials u put me through…

I will never ever forget such wickedness

the pain sustained behind this mess,

still I must do what I do…..

in order to gain the necessary strength

in search of ways or means

to forgive you…

yes …by you I was robbed

and you stole from my bodies vault….

yet in still it was you and not me

so I’m not at fault…………

Naked man