dad,
i wish you payed us more attention.
than those beer bottles
than those cigarette packsi wish acted like parent, instead of a baby sitter
i'm angry at you, you know that?
for slurring your words when i came through the door
for smelling the sour smell of smoke on your clothes
for never admitting you have problem
for never being as affectionate as you should've
for not treating my mother and brother the right way
for signing those papers splitting what was left of that shitty household apart
now you're sick
and i have to take care of you
i wish you had done the same for me too
i love you, dad.
yours truly,
your daughter ninaApril 30, 2017
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INSINUATION OF TREPIDATION
Poetry(PART 2) first, comes the tentacles of the fear, naivety, and greed that wrap around our necks. then, comes the blades of courage that prevent them from suffocating us. trep·i·da·tion trepəˈdāSH(ə)n/ noun a feeling of fear or agitation about someth...