For You, Sirblackdove1415Oct 21, 20244 min readUpdated: Jan 21, 2025Dear sir, Things in my head there are many, sirThoughts running loose like chickens on a farm, sirSo I thought, sirWriting them out to you would make it better, sirI’ll only take a moment of your time, sirThat’s all I ask, sirA moment of your time, sir Before I begin, sirPlease look back, sirTo the years when it was golden, sirTo the years in a small house in the middle of nowhere, sirWhen we were all together, sirDo 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, sirThere is more to discuss, sirLet's talk about you, sir You, my father, who taught me to ride a bikeYou, my father, who would film me pushing a toyYou, my father, for whom I made a signA sign that you flip day and nightDo you remember it sir?I do, sir, I doYou, my father, to whom I’d climb up four flights of stairs every morning before schoolYou, my father, who promised me every day you’d play with meYou, my father, from whom I learned what empty promises wereYou, my father, who held me down onto my bed in a fit of rageYou, my father, who screamed in my face until I was paralyzed with fearYou, my father, who struck me for fighting with my siblingYou, my father, from who I learned what true fear wasNow let's talk about me for a moment, sir Me, your daughter, who learned math for hours with you to be with youMe, your daughter, who learned how to code late at night from you 20,000 miles awayMe, your daughter, who remembers doing my homework as fast as I could to wait for youWait for you to come down from your officeTo play with meDo you recall it, sir?I do, sir, I doMe, your daughter, who sat in a bathtub that night shaking too much to do anythingMe, your daughter, who almost jumped out the window of your houseMe, your daughter, who is scared to death of going back to that placeMe, your daughter, who signed up for a robotics team to impress youMe, your daughter, who tries every day to live up to your expectations I mean no disrespect, sirBut as you can see, sirThere is a lot more than just math and science in my head, sirThese thoughts these memories haunt me, sirThey whisper to me at night, sirThey plague my dreams, sirAllow me to put things into perspective, sir It was me, not you, who got hit by my fatherIt is me, not you, who looks in the mirror each dayWondering why I'm not good enough for youIt was me, not you, who joined a robotics team for my fatherIt is me, not you, who tried to make you proudTo be the child you’d love and be respect ofIt is me, not you, who bares my skin every nightTo count the scars that little my chest, shoulders, and armsThe number that grows every nightThe scars that mark meThese scars that define my journeyThese scars I will bear forever as a token of your attentionJust like your name, sirOn my birth certificate I have your name, sirIs it a blessing or a curse, sirOne could argue either way, sirIt is me, not you, who fills the void where you should beFills it with music, and art, and phone calls to people everywhere in the worldFills it with love from others but not from you It took me 16 years to come to this realization, sirThat I have no need for a father like youThat what you have done doesn’t decide my futureThat I forge my own pathOf my own free willI am who I am because of my pastAnd I’ve come to terms with thatI would be fine without youI am loved by my family and friendsI have people who care about meI don’t need you anymoreRight? 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 lifeHaven’t I learned from the past?Its because I love youYou, the man who’s hurt me all my lifeI love youTell me what to do to get you to love me tooAnd to love me rightBecause I want us to workI want to fix usBefore it’s too latePlease try to see it my way, sirHelp me understand you, sirI mean no harm, sirPlease hear that, sirI just want to stop this, sir Love, your daughter
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