The Thief

You were supposed to love me

protect me, and

teach me, Grandpa.

You were supposed to give, unconditionally,

but you didn’t.

You stole from me instead.

You stole my innocence with your body.

You stole my sense of safety with your threats and dominance.

You stole my sense of self with your words of shame and insult.

You stole my justice with your suicide.

You broke me as a child.

And I am left to spend a lifetime

picking up the pieces

and putting myself back together.



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