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beast |

there is a

beast under this roof,

and at first it wasn't

me

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four,

and you are so

small

that i could crush

you in the palm of my hand

smother you under sheets

until the crib is still

but i don’t, because ill break you in

other ways

and this is just as it should be.

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there is a

beast under this roof,

and it will always be

me

 

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eight,

is the first time you think

you can talk back to me, think

you can run around in the mud, or

have big dreams

you — a child, a girl —

and for it, you pay;

the way the cup shatters

on your head

is music to my ears

and this is just as it should be.

 

there is a

beast under this roof,

and you're learning to be afraid of

me

 

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twelve,

you’ve learned to keep

your head down,

like you’ve learnt that

our parents never wanted you

like you’ve learnt that

what’s between your legs defines you

learned to sit down, shut up, and listen

(primary school did my job and

beat that into you

with a yard stick broken in two)

and this is just as it should be.

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there is a

beast under this roof,

and you know better than to question

me

 

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sixteen,

and you’ve left the country

for the land of the free

your room empty, its door

scarred

from the time you locked yourself in,

thinking that you could get

out of paying your dues — you

don’t need your pocket money, you’re

already too fat and ugly—

from the time you called the police

on your own damn brother,

and they dragged me away in handcuffs

even though I told them I wasn’t fucking drunk;

(it’s okay though, mom and dad

will always forgive me, first)

you may have left this house

but what i have done to you

will never leave you

and that is just as it should be

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there is a

beast under this roof,

and you will always remember

me

 

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twenty,

and america has

changed you, ruined you,

you walk with your

back straight, head held high,

wildfire in your eyes

instead of tears

and venom on your tongue

instead of apologies

your pen a weapon, stripping me clean,

telling

the

world

what

I’ve

done.

 

there is a

beast under this roof

fangs sharpened and

claws ready and

i don’t know anymore,

if it is

still me

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