Daughters - A Poem

[Macfeegle]

I wrote this years ago after I was feeling all sad and pessimistic about the world since nearly everyone on this cutting forum I was going on was mostly young girls. It's awfully negative and pessimistic.

Daughters (A Chant)

They'll take you out and fuck you up,
They'll toss you out, my buttercup.
They'll lean and poke and drive you mad,
They'll hurt you kid, they'll treat you bad.
They'll tie you up and beat you down.
They'll break your bones or rip your gown.
They'll twist your tender mind and dear,
They'll leave you shivering in fear.

You'll hope for nothing more, it seems
Than emptiness and foolish dreams.
You'll hope that life will treat you kind
And waste your days, but you won't mind.
You'll do what's safe, or nearly so,
And where they point, you'll surely go.
You'll watch your minutes rot away
And vomit out another day.

And when your mind is nearly spent,
You'll spend some more with no intent.
And when you're living by a thread,
You'll lie and cry in empty bed.
And when you're tossed into the street,
You'll kiss some ass and lick some feet.
And lastly, with your final breath,
You'll welcome in the voice of death.

[Fleur]

Wow, Macfeegle, wow

What a powerful poem

Thank you for sharing