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SURVIVORS POEMS

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How DARE you remain silent
while your wife calls me a liar.
You, who fucked me from the start
with your penis in my mouth.
Later in the "proper" way,
grooming me for your pleasure
long before a child should know
the ways of men and of sex.
Using wooden spoons and cloth;
pushing them inside of me
with gradually increasing thickness...
a preparation for your penis inside of me
inside of my vagina,
your desire from the start.
You made me learn to please you,
an active participant before
the time your penis found its way between my legs.
You made me suck and please you
you would force me to swallow
your gross ejaculation.
Other things you also do
with your head between my legs.
Arousing your little girl,
my body wired to respond
long before I ever knew
what the word orgasm meant.
Your abuse wasn't enough
You shared me with other men,
prostituting your daughter.
The agony I felt,
expressed in my silenced screams
while being held
so that two could fuck me
at the same time.
Silence is what you wanted,
and obedience as well.
All of this, and more,
suppressed so that the child could survive.
Now I'm remembering.
Feeling what you did to me
through post traumatic stress and flashbacks
I can't prevent.
The rage is all-consuming--
towards you and the child I was.
Seeing behavior patterns rooted
in all the abuse you caused--
you're not a father!!
I call you now what you are:
A bastard, an abuser.
Yet still you sit silently
convicted by your silence.

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