R asked me, yet again, sometime ago, to write her story. I wrote her this poem which I was working on when she called me. Been working on it for quite a while now I'm not happy with it but at least it's an attempt to tell her story. It is told, obviously, from the view point of her abusive grandfather -- a defrocked minister.
The Power of Christ
The power of Christ compels thee
Submit to me, obey
I act as He directed
I fulfill His law
It is as God intended
It is from the Will on high
The Patriarch is chosen
Mine is the hand of God
Silence is obedience
Good girls do not cry
I give love and blessing
Take them with a smile
From Father to Son
From Son to me
From minister to man
It is mine to lead
Do not tell your Father
He is of the earth
Do not tell your Mother
She submitted too
Hush my child
Hush and smile
All is well
God says so
God gifted me
Dominion
I am Lord and master
You, my child my prey
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