Dear, Dad

This is more a letter than a poem. Thank you

April 22^nd, 2018

10:49pm

 

Dad,

                Why do you hate me so much? Don’t you even dare tell me that you don’t hate me. Any other normal person would say you me. But is it just me? Do you hate anyone else in this place we call a home? Do you love anyone else? Are you capable of loving anyone that isn’t yourself? I really don’t care if you hate me, I already know you do. I just want you to say it to my face. I want you to say it so that my head isn’t so fucked up. I now understand that the way you treat me and talk to me isn’t love. I convinced myself that love from a father and any other man is racism, homophobia and making you girl feel worthless. I felt worthless to you and later found I was attracted to men that made me feel like I was trash. Don’t you see Fred? I’m not so little anymore, I’m not so drugged out anymore and I’m not so  naïve anymore. I’m learning who you are. I’m learning that you are the root to my madness and now I have an addiction to that feeling of madness.

Reviews

[sette]

this is a troubling poem but hoping against hope that you can talk with each other and patch things up