The Closet
i was scared of you, An object that houses so many instruments of pain
They hung in order from length size and color
Brown black beige
Leather, the buckle the buckle i scream
i prayed for dull versus sharp
i showed you my might,
with me restraining my sniffles
I Hate you, I pray for my time to overcome you
But I couldn’t I was weak, but so so strong
As I was instructed to pick the object who has no feelings;
I question how it can cause so much pain
Time and Time you beat me
Time and Time you try to break me
I screamed but I am silent you can feel my might, you won’t break me
You can’t get reactions, ‘cause I had left, you couldn’t touch my spirit
I transcend, I move forward
Loyal to a fault, I don’t hate you, I pity you.
Father
You were my first lesson what people can do