Black willow

Arguing with my father in his old black car
During such heavy rain that I couldn't escape.
I hated him so much that it went too far.
I don't think that you can relate...

I was freezing in my old black t-shirt,
My father opened the window,
I didn't think he should.
A strong wind outside shook the willow.

My father was smoking, I hated him more,
He was always tasteless, in cigarettes too...
He was never the man I adore,
I became the first woman who

He was scared of.

***

I knocked the knife out of his hands,
I was so proud of myself
When I hit him for the first time.
I dropped the knife and hit with my hands.

He hit me more in the past,
But revenge felt like a breath of clean air.
I knew that violence would last.
I always knew that it's unfair...

***

I was thinking about it
Trapped in his car with his cigarettes' taste.
I wanted to scream, but stayed quiet,
I kept the power that I couldn't waste.

I remember how he brought
Me to tears, how I got
So mad that I realised
The revenge was deserved. He was surprised...

05.03.2026