MEETING DADDY

       
At Ten, My Father met me.
His fingers swam within me his words “baby it won’t hurt” slipped down
my ears as he met me.
He lied. It hurt. He lied.
The fire between my legs faded in time
the gap in my soul
became louder with years.
I met my father at Ten
and baby it hurt.
                    ©Kayo Logun

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