Haven't seen your evil face since 1998
Now I'm told there just may be a court date
My pulse rises, the girls fears come back
Followed by memories of a childhood you painted black
Rage consumes me, this grudge I proudly bare
In my minds eyes it's almost as though you're already there
I grow pale, I'm asked if I'm okay
Nodding slowly I remember I am ready for this day
Ready to force my hands to cease their endless shake
Ready to show you I was not so very easy to break
Ready to face you now that it is a fair fight
Ready to teach you raping little girls is not right
Haven't seen your dead blue eyes since 1998
The little girls tears have become the woman's reason to hate
Memories swarm, another cancer stick lit
Knees to my chest, tears in my eyes, but I refuse to admit
That the broken little girl exists, along with her fear
Only my pride and unfailing hatred shall show when you're near
Did you feel like a man beating a little girl three feet small?
My mother's daughter is all you'll see while in that room I stand tall
That is, if you recognize me at all...
Almost six years now since that day in 1998
Another sixty years gladly I could wait
But I'll be strong and make my appearance on the given date
If only to show you your abuse was not my fate...
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