I was a little girl who dreamt of vengence
Of violence
I am a woman who dreams of justice
Of peace
I believed he was responsible for all our troubles
Surely he was the devil
Him, the father I never had
The father I'd rather kill
And as his daughter
I would avenge my loved ones
My tortured mother
My traumatized sister
Our broken history
Our tainted name
Our ruined family
Our darkened frame
All your blow
How much misery could cause a ghost
How much anger could raise a shadow
All these woes
The only solace was his absence
The banishment of his existence
The only luck I had
Compared to my comrades
To not have known your presence
To not have known your ire
The cost of your violence
The damages of your souvenir
Don't call him better
I told my mother
Don't say the word "father"
He does not deserve this favour
I burnt the photos of your faces
Cleaned after your flood
Destroyed your traces
Uprooting your curse of my blood
Grateful for my absence of memories
To prevent me from falling apart
I burned the past anew
And gave my name a new start
You were dead to me
Even before you'd die
I would not mourn you
I would rejoice your goodbye
Your poison ends with who I became
The anger you buried in me
The curse you engraved in our name
The struggles you left on our journey
The little girl I was
Was dreaming of the day I'd hear
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Fire rose
PoesíaA book that hopefully will sparks your heart in fire, light a deep passion inside of your chest, burning red hot and wanting for more, leaving you longing. A book full of stories so deep you could drown in it, bewitching your mind and soul, robbing...
