Not a Little Girl Anymore

By Beverly Greene

This poem is dedicated to my father: may you feel the pain that you have caused!

NOTE: This poem is protected by international copyright laws and may NOT be reproduced in any form without Beverly Greene's expressed and written consent.

Did you really think that you could win?
Did you think that I wouldn't survive,
or didn't you think about me at all
when you were beating the hell out of me,
your little girl?
Did you think that I wouldn't be effected
by the horrible things I endured and saw?
Did you think that it wouldn't matter to me
when I was a woman, no longer a child?
Did you ever stop to think about what
you were doing to all of us?
Did you only care about yourself
and your needs and wants?
Did you ever really love any of us anyway?

Well, you scarred me for life.
Are you happy now?
Is that what you wanted?
To control my whole life
with fear and hate and demented love?
Did you think that I would simply bow down
to you and never get up?
Well, I'm not afraid of you any more.
I'm not your little girl,
and you are just an old man
who will never be able to hurt me again.
I'm not kissing your boots any more.
I am not on my knees, and never will be again.
I am here.
I am strong.
I am happy.
I am proud.

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