No, I do not wish you could see my brand-new stage,
I do not owe you my success, do not owe you the last page.
You birthed my rage, then took a match to my story.
You turned me into a liar as my loved ones worried.
You still scribble nonsense for everyone who listens
As the windows of my palaces, they gleam and glisten.
My new stage is not for you to keep playing the part,
Leave this show ashamed, leave this show unharmed.
I do not wish to repeat the things you have done to me,
Let our actions and inactions grow into two legacies –
One that burns paper bridges and drinks too much wine,
One that shows his own daughter how to act like a swine.
But the history will hold its secrets like it always does
And turn your fuming threats into white turtledoves.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 