You took away her prospects, her dreams and her bygone youth
Eradicating her morals and beliefs, you seized her bleeding soul
Long gone was her innocence, her right to the early years of life
What could have been, she never acknowledged or knew.
Your words would perpetrate her deep inside
Whispering like secrets into the bottomless interior of her heart
Shadows and unkindness washing her over
Why did you despise her so?
You refused her screams of torment and pain
Your immoral actions inflicting damage to the organ of grief
She couldn’t turn to her anonymous friends and no other contacts existed so
Did you ever pay attention to the rare, picturesque beauty of your only offspring?
Was the money the purpose of her birth?
The extra £20.30 a week paid into your already scrounging account?
You manipulated her from an early age; her role to slave for your own amusement and pleasure
Yet, she is still animate and passionate as she persists to go on.
Since all of this, she has celebrated her eighteenth birthday
And you, although her envious parent no longer have a say
She will live in spite of you as her wretched memories remain
You hurt her, inflicting irreversible ache, almost stealing all her hope and pride
But she now walks on, head held high, full of jovial spirit and peace.
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