My father broke me first

Watch me fake the truth

Listen when I say I grew up happy
Believe my lies, I used to be daddy’s princess

I met boys and got broken

Now that’s what I would love to call my truth

But it’s all lies

I was already broken when I started kissing boys

My father broke me first

The times I never had what I needed

The times I watched mommy cry but did nothing about it,

Not that I didn’t want to help her,

I was just as powerless as she was

Even less

Those were the times I first got broken

I then grew up

I met boys and got worse

They made empty promises

They lied and never treated me right

But it was nothing new

My father broke me first
Sharon Mo ©

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Author: Sharon Mo Wordsmith

Writer

15 thoughts on “My father broke me first”

  1. There is a depth of sadness in your words that are almost unfathomable. A father’s place in this world is to protect his family and to nourish them, not break them. Honest and raw, your writing always packs a punch.

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