Ever notice how when justifying a child’s misbehavior no one ever says stuff like “girls will be girls” or “she’s a girl”, but the list of things a “young lady” can’t do is almost endless?
You learn from a young age that masculinity comes with freedom; femininity comes with restrictions.
Little girl grows up without a father.
A title you so eloquently earned
Through glazed eyes and a haze of pot smoke.
Fight after fight
Harsh word pushing and pulling.
Mental status: MIA
Why does it not bother you that she doesn’t know
Her father’s embrace.
Her father’s face.
Or even the sound of his voice.
The sound when she cries out for you
Rips through me like bullets
Piercing the inner walls of my heart
I swallow knives and tell her
"Daddy isn’t coming"
Dark storm clouds and fog
Cloud my mind and cause me to give in
To dark thoughts
Her smile keeps me a float.
Attempt after attempt
So much time is wasted on you.
Why can’t you just love her?
Your indifference strings me
Forgetting about us like we didn’t exist.
This little girl didn’t ask to be born.