I thought I was born with a clean slate
But it was not so for I bore his trait
It was a trait that was passed when my parents did procreate
A trait making my mother look upon me with hate

Although she loves me… to an extent
She will never forget that traumatic event
After a party when my mother did conceive
December 31, 1978 on a cold New Year’s Eve

As he ripped her clothes she shed a tear
Taking everything she held so dear
She suppressed her anger and pain
But despite her experience a child she did gain

The child that she gained was unfortunately me
While my mother endured my father was sent to the penitentiary
Growing up my mother looked at me with despise
When she saw the trait of my father within my eyes

I love my mother for what she did
Giving me life and allowing me to live
The older I get I still feel her hate
I’m a rape victim who didn’t even get raped