Why are you so angry and bitter
āWhy are you so cruel Dear Mr?ā
Asked the little girl with the skirt below her knees
As she shivers
From the chilled winter night breeze.
As snowflakes descends from the sky above, her skin becomes brittle and pale.
She began to scream and yell sheās in pain
āPlease Dear Mr. I beg you to stop
This is enough
Iām only a child. What did I do to get roughed up?ā
She questioned
While looking for anything in hands to attack but nothing in sight because she barely saw through her tear filled eyes.
A memory she relieved each day for twenty years of her life. Until she decided again to pick up her pen and throw Dear Mr. a scribe!
Dear Mr.
I sat and began to think of my dear life so,
Then I began to write you this letter.
I know youāre wondering as to why? But let me explain before you begin to rip these pages apart.
Allow me to introduce myself
And the reasons for my troubles
Remember that one night when the air was thin, cold and dark? Well, there may be many nights like that for you of course, however
I vividly remember the brutal torture
So let me remind you too.
It was freezing
10 degrees Fahrenheit outside
Dark, gloomy, hallow, and scary. That night a little girl trusted in you taking her home
Keeping her safe and warm
With the promises of words
Mentally challenging her intuition
As she only said yes because you were her friend uncle and her friend was there.
But you played her as a fool and ashamed I she was too
To accept a soda that night
And in return
She lost sight
She lost sight of what you did
To lure her into a trap
She lost sight that night
When She had a panic attack
She lost sight to what was around her
And all She remembered
Was that can soda
And how thirsty She was
How She so badly wanted to reject the offer
But because her poor tiny throat needed water
After singing at a church function
She was taken to an abandoned home
Raped
Beaten and brutally burned
All because She accepted your soda Mr.
She was taught as a child to deny the things a stranger hands her
But her friend is your niece and She looked at you like an Uncle
I guess thatās what it was
She just trusted the wrong person
You allowed that night to Ruin her life
At 12 years old
She lost her sight
She lost her peace
She lost sleep
She lost hope and faith and everything in between
She lost herself
Because She was thirsty
She blamed you for years
She blamed herself too
But inside
She knew somewhere
Somehow
She’d muster up the courage
And pull up her big girls socks
Put her hair back and shoulders straight
Letting her emotions flow through these written pages
She prayed She break you
Deep within
She prayed you suffer like She did
She prayed many nights and asked God to take her life
Because all along
She felt it was her fault
And deep down She knew somewhere she was not wrong
Twenty years later
She is still happy
To know that She has over come obstacles
More than many
Because what youāve done
Has made her stronger
What you caused
Went from a disaster to helping many others
Saving lives from men like you
Guiding young girls to never make the same mistake she did
When she trusted someone like you
Your pain will soon come
And God knows it will
When thunder and lightning falls upon your head
She pray you donāt just crumble and vanish into thin air
She pray that you suffer until youāre dead
These were words she repeated in her head
Many gloomy days
And dark lonely nights
She prayed
Oh
She prayed for your death to be by her hands
She prayed like She would when God gives a command
But instead She found inner peace
And prayed otherwise
She asked God that he never takes your life
She prayed that you remember each day that you live
The screams which echoed for you to stop
The limp twelve year old child who bled heavily after you ripped her apart with your disgusting old Penis
She pray you remember it like it was yesterday
Each and every waking day
She pray you beg God to forgive you on bended knees
With tears stained cheeks
For hours at a time
And She pray
You have nightmares like She did too
Cold sweats
Lost thoughts
And impossible relationships where trust is an issue
She pray you suffer by the memories of the torture youāve caused against a child
Today She stand as a woman with battle scars stronger than ever
Braver than one can be
Written with tears
Stained with blood
Finally after twenty long years
She can say
Enough is enough
She is now forever Free!
Damn you Mr.!