My Secret: His Evil Deed
My Secret: His Evil Deed
My mother
spoke volumes
About the greatness
of my deceased stepfather.
She said
he was a courageous doctor
As he had boldly stepped up
to treat wounded soldiers
In the midst of a war.
She said
he was overwhelmingly kind
As he had taken her in
when her family had perished
During a horrendous storm.
She said
he loved children unconditionally
As he had volunteered at orphanages
at every opportunity he got.
But how could I tell her
that his greatness concealed an evil deed
For he was the man
who put his hands
Over my mouth
to silence my screams
As he raped me
every dawn?