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I am free...

are you happy daddy?
I am not your obstruction anymore,
neither am I a burden anymore;
actually, I was never.

Never did I come your way,
I always did what you said,
I even cleaned those stinking liqour glasses you left;
but I was always a prey to your fray.

why you used that belt on me?
oh,it pains!
your rough hands on my cheeks one after the other,
oh,it pains!

I could never figure out what my fault was.
I know I wasn't good in studies,
I know I couldn't cook food that well,
I know I couldn't wash those clothes that clean;
but were these faults that gruesome?

I knew not how other children felt,
I knew not how they could smile, and laugh;
I knew not how they could study, and play so well;
I knew not how a normal heart did beat.

the only things I was familiar with,
were your angry words,
my swollen red marks,
my swollen eyes,
and two fluids,your sweat, and my tears.

I don't remember my eyes ever dry at home,
or ever fearless at school,
or ever happy for your sake.

the last thing I wanted you to use was,
that brown leather strip that hung on the wall;
of your all possessions,
I feared that the most.

this morning,after you left,
after you gave me my morning dose,
and bolted from outside that wicked door,
I met someone.

she called herself the fairy,
she came to free me of you;
she was in the bathroom,
packed in a plastic bouttle with a green wrapper.

she was white,
looked as milk,but smelled different;
she said her medium was sour, and poisonous,
and her name was,Phenyl.

I feel so relieved now;
no pains, no fear;
no father,no leather.

But I am not that angry from you,
as I am with mother;
you were always like this,
but why she left me to suffer.

I'l go up and ask her,
why she wanted to punish me like this;
as of now, I am still confused,
why are you crying??

6th March, 2012.
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