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For You, Sir

  • blackdove1415
  • Oct 21, 2024
  • 4 min read

Updated: Jan 21, 2025

Dear sir,
 
Things in my head there are many, sir
Thoughts running loose like chickens on a farm, sir
So I thought, sir
Writing them out to you would make it better, sir
I’ll only take a moment of your time, sir
That’s all I ask, sir
A moment of your time, sir
 
Before I begin, sir
Please look back, sir
To the years when it was golden, sir
To the years in a small house in the middle of nowhere, sir
When we were all together, sir
Do you remember, sir?
Remember my first words, sir?
Remember my first steps, sir?
Remember my first bike, sir?
Now I would like you to stop remembering, sir
There is more to discuss, sir
Let's talk about you, sir
 
You, my father, who taught me to ride a bike
You, my father, who would film me pushing a toy
You, my father, for whom I made a sign
A sign that you flip day and night
Do you remember it sir?
I do, sir, I do
You, my father, to whom I’d climb up four flights of stairs every morning before school
You, my father, who promised me every day you’d play with me
You, my father, from whom I learned what empty promises were
You, my father, who held me down onto my bed in a fit of rage
You, my father, who screamed in my face until I was paralyzed with fear
You, my father, who struck me for fighting with my sibling
You, my father, from who I learned what true fear was
Now let's talk about me for a moment, sir
 
Me, your daughter, who learned math for hours with you to be with you
Me, your daughter, who learned how to code late at night from you 20,000 miles away
Me, your daughter, who remembers doing my homework as fast as I could to wait for you
Wait for you to come down from your office
To play with me
Do you recall it, sir?
I do, sir, I do
Me, your daughter, who sat in a bathtub that night shaking too much to do anything
Me, your daughter, who almost jumped out the window of your house
Me, your daughter, who is scared to death of going back to that place
Me, your daughter, who signed up for a robotics team to impress you
Me, your daughter, who tries every day to live up to your expectations
 
I mean no disrespect, sir
But as you can see, sir
There is a lot more than just math and science in my head, sir
These thoughts these memories haunt me, sir
They whisper to me at night, sir
They plague my dreams, sir
Allow me to put things into perspective, sir
 
It was me, not you, who got hit by my father
It is me, not you, who looks in the mirror each day
Wondering why I'm not good enough for you
It was me, not you, who joined a robotics team for my father
It is me, not you, who tried to make you proud
To be the child you’d love and be respect of
It is me, not you, who bares my skin every night
To count the scars that little my chest, shoulders, and arms
The number that grows every night
The scars that mark me
These scars that define my journey
These scars I will bear forever as a token of your attention
Just like your name, sir
On my birth certificate I have your name, sir
Is it a blessing or a curse, sir
One could argue either way, sir
It is me, not you, who fills the void where you should be
Fills it with music, and art, and phone calls to people everywhere in the world
Fills it with love from others but not from you
 
It took me 16 years to come to this realization, sir
That I have no need for a father like you
That what you have done doesn’t decide my future
That I forge my own path
Of my own free will
I am who I am because of my past
And I’ve come to terms with that
I would be fine without you
I am loved by my family and friends
I have people who care about me
I don’t need you anymore
Right?
 
So why can’t I let go?
Why do these thoughts haunt me?
Why am I not good enough for you?
Is it because I was born a woman?
Or is it because I am stronger now?
Why do I want you in my life
Haven’t I learned from the past?
Its because I love you
You, the man who’s hurt me all my life
I love you
Tell me what to do to get you to love me too
And to love me right
Because I want us to work
I want to fix us
Before it’s too late
Please try to see it my way, sir
Help me understand you, sir
I mean no harm, sir
Please hear that, sir
I just want to stop this, sir
 
Love, your daughter

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