Daddy

Daddy I'm confused by you, 

When you come home late

You have bottles for breakfast and the floor as your covers.

I wonder why my home doesn't look like the doll house you built me

With my Bratz dolls stacked frozen smile, child like, at the dinner table.

Daddy I'm scared of you.

We went to go sledding on the biggest hill in town on my brand new purple sled.

As I went down the hill, 

Looking at you smoking your cigarette,

I mean, the hill.

I felt my finger tips frost and my heart take second guesses.

Because the height of the hill was nothing compared to the unpredictable curve of your temper.

Daddy I'm angry at you.

Do you think that my mind and body have not grown to tell the difference 

Between the way you touch mommy and the woman at work?

How you flirt while I have a pan and broom picking up dirt? 

Mommy and I are the only one it hurts.

Mommy and me, we feel like the dirt.

Dad.

Since the divorce, you've only gotten worse with vodka and redbull as a 5 course meal.

I used to sit around and talk about life and the "way that mom is"

And now I can't stand to see you even open your mouth between air stretching in your lungs,

while the wheezing and coughs of every sentence form fragments you forget to finish.

Ever since you married the devils sister for social security 

I haven't really been able to get respect to stick to you.

To tell the truth, I've tried to glue,

Staple and pinch but none will do.

Only to be used, timely and convenient for you.

I, like the respect, a useless shrew.

Only to be used, timely and convenient for you.

Love,

your Tweety baby.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

Parents are always the portrait role models. I was fortunate to have good parents but not beryone is that lucky.

This is a heart breaking read from beginning to end.