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Dear Dad by Corazon Kunyobo
Today the crowd wants to hear me sing your
praises,
They know I'm a poet; a poem they expect,
But I don't know where to start from,
I don't know what to say.
Tell me dad,
Have I lost a father or a molester?
How do I face everyone and say I've lost a
father?
A father who turned me into his
satisfaction tool
See,
I'm not crying for you, You don't deserve
it,
I cried for you, that day you forced
yourself on me
I cried for you, the days I felt pain
urinating,
I cried for you, the nights nightmares of
you kept me company.
To you I was a ripe woman,
Yet a 12 year old kid to my mum,
Did you ever think about her?
How she'd feel knowing that you owned the
chicken and the chick,
How she'd feel knowing that she begot you a wife?
You became a stranger every time she left,
You said you were teaching me adult stuff,
You said you'd kill me if I told anyone,
You said I was sweeter than her; my mumðŸ˜
And so I'd coil at the corner of my bed
every night.
So today I'm crying because even though
you're gone, the pain you inflicted on me lives,
Today I'm crying for that woman who loved
you so much,
Today I'm crying to every father out there,
No matter how ripe and tempting she is,
No matter the urge to satisfy your greed,
She's still your daughter, just like I was
your daughter.
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