Another day, another black eye.
This time the bruise is too intense to hide.
He comes into my room late at night.
We both know his actions are not right.
He covers my mouth and pins me down.
I cry out for help, but no one is around.
My blood runs cold as he defiles my body.
This continual torture fills me with
…lowliness…rage…agony.
Daddy, why must you do this to me?
I have never done anything to deserve such humility.
How am I supposed to face everyone at school?
What do I say when they question my face being black and blue?
I’ll just tell another wild story to cure their concern.
This secret will live…isolated inside me…and I’ll let it burn.
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