In/Out

I remember him, bald and daunting.

He used to talk, not much,

always wanting,

under control, "NO!"

Obsessed with Sex, maybe.

I remember the fighting.

Come in and sit,

don't resist,

will you be my daddy Sir?

Sort of sad,

chanced on glad,

do you know my sully Sir?

 I miss her, I miss him,

kindly wring my wristing. (reesting)

Mother mean,

brother seen, 

sister talked about redeem.

Let me out!

Let me in!

He is mine, I know no sin.

K.A.P.

5/16/2009