Father, Father
Dear Father,
Why do you always put me down?
From Daughter,
Why do you love to steal my crown?
To Monster,
I don't like the view from the ground.
Hold on sir,
Let us turn this upside down.
Dear Bully,
How does it look the other way around?
From Fully
Capable girl, no longer bound.
To Mr. Bitter,
I don't want you to make a sound.
I've not withered,
I fucking grew up proud.
Dear Tormentor,
A way to break me is what you never found.
Sincerely Not-In-Your-Furture,
This is your little girl, skipping town.
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