Your Secret

you want blood for blood

the amazing conundrum of being

not a bit of remorse on your lips

I am supposed to cower and take it

to be beaten if I don’t cooperate

such lies because you say you love me

and yet the awful truth awakes

if I unlock the door where you enter

such betrayal, such ugliness

where I know you’ll put your hands

and call me sweet and pet names

as if it makes up for what you take

making me regret my gender

making me regret my age

making me regret I know you

such pain as I grow up and see

I might not have kept your secret