poems

That Fire ~ Alex Fierro

"Where has my little girl gone?"
You ask
"She died" I reply,

Somewhere between all the pressure
to replace the father she barely knew
as her emotional support

And a land where you would hate her
for the way a god you claim to follow made her
She cracked, she crumbled and she fell
until she was nothing but a hollow shell

That's what you wanted wasn't it?

A doll, a puppet
To do as you say
To never question your order
because you were her elder and demanded respect

But where was the respect afforded her?

Where on your god's earth was the right to live?
To laugh?
To love?
That you so proudly claimed for yourself
but would silence
if you knew the way she lived

The way she laughed

The way she loved

You demanded respect but when she demanded it back
you would fire bullets
meant to demean and degrade

"Where has my little girl gone?" You ask?

She burned in a flurry of emotions too deep and dark
that you didn't even know she felt them
nor did you care

But now I have
risen from her ashes
A brilliant light that you're too blinded to see
I am not yours
I have never been

To claim ownership over a flame
Like me
Is to invite chaos and destruction

I will not fallow the orders you spout to control me
I will not be dragged through the dirt to give you a sense of superiority

I am a fire
I burn bright and you will not drown my flame
I will no longer let you

"Where has my little girl gone?" you ask
And I turn away
"I've always been here"

(A/N Sorry Fali, I was totally listening but like... I had an idea soooo...)