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My Father

My father doesn’t know he’s abusive.

He doesn’t know how much I cry.

He doesn’t know how much it hurts.

To him it’s discipline not abuse,

And maybe it is. 

Maybe I’m not being reasonable.

Maybe I'm being sensitive,

Overdramatic,

Dumb.

According to him

As long as his hands don’t become my new necklace

I’m fine.

As long as his hands do not touch me 

I’m fine.

But I’m not fine.

He doesn’t know that the words he says about my mother

Hurt me more than her.

He doesn’t know that I’m not doing my best

And he’s the reason why.

He doesn’t know that I am so easily startled 

Because of him.

But hey,

As long as his hands never become my new necklace

Right? 

That’s all that matters now

Right?

He came to pick up my brother 

And I think he was drunk,

But I didn’t say anything,

Because I'm scared that if I do 

He will finally make me a necklace out of his hands.

But it’s fine.

I'm fine.

Right?  

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Grown Men

Grown men irk me, and I’m only 15

Now I know that may seem like misandry, but I swear it’s not.

Grown men don’t ever bother to check if I am ok with what they said.

Family or not they don't listen 

Really, or my opinions and I guess I can't blame them,

I mean who would want to listen to a silly little girl.

Who would want to listen to a girl in general?

I guess no one.

Maybe that’s why I’ll be paid less,

Maybe that’s why I’ll still be below.

Maybe that’s why my heart and opinions

Are constantly being stepped on,

Because I accidentally dropped them on the floor of a corporate office during a school field trip,

When a grown man asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up

And I said, “A CEO”

And he said, “Why?” And I told him.

Like the naïve little girl I was, I told him because I wanted to help.

I wanted to fix the economy, because I knew how ruined it will be once I finally get to it.

And he laughed at me.

And this may not seem like a big deal because I'm a child, sort of,

And it wasn’t until it was.

I was ready to brush off his words like the sand on my feet after walking on the beach.

Trying my hardest but it stays and sticks until it touches water and then it leaves,

But then a boy said he wanted to own a company, to help the economy like I did and the man didn’t laugh 

Not at him, no he smiled and said, "Go for it kid. Make me proud.”

And suddenly my heart and opinions were being stepped on by posh Italian leather shoes,

That have been kissed by other girls hearts and opinions.

I wanted to pick them up but then i know a string of ums and likes with wrap around my neck

Suffocating me so they’re all that leaves.

I know that if I try to pick them up then everyone will know I dropped them,

So I left them there

And to this day I still haven't gone back

To pick them up

And to this day

I regret it.