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The fear of saying something wrong

Is a learned anxiousness

From all the times you'd sigh and tut

At our childish mistakes


When you'd come home

The performance began


We all tried our best to be wary of your moods

To say all the right things

And to never drop a plate


I don't do well with numbers

All I can remember is your balled-up fist

Holding the clothing hanger above your head

All because I couldn't sum it up

With play money in my hand

I cried into her arms

"I want him to die"

For the first time


You are the first reason why

I can't be comfortable around men


You know you were never really there

And when you were

Everyone had to walk on their toes


I came even came to hate your mother tongue

You'd speak in such harsh tones


When you would call our names

We'd take deep breathes before pilling into the living room

Taking whatever test you had prepared for us

Why do I recall them being jittery?

As you asked the to translate the news you were watching

Your face contorting with impatience at their inability

I dreaded the day you'd test me


When we left

I learned a little about the kind of man you were


And when I met you again

You were slightly hunched over

Your Gucci shirt worn out

You looked broken down


And I knew you were

When you tried to take your own life


And for the first time

We had something in common


And for the first time

I felt I was daddy's little girl


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