last night my father admitted to me
that the reason he had turned a blind eye
every time
was because he trusted my mother
more than he trusted me
he believed my mother
more than he believed me
he followed her words
instead of my bruises
instead of the handprint on my leg
instead of the handprint on my face
he thinks that's an excuse
i didn't know any better.
he thinks that's an excuse
i didn't know any better
she didn't take that as an excuse
my voice broke as i told him thanks
and he yelled
that he hadn't known any better
my dignity broke
as she yelled
that i had known better
he screamed at me that we need to talk about it
i kept my voice quiet and cried as i said
no we don't
he screamed at me to talk about it
he screamed at me
she screamed at me
he said let's talk about it
like it was christmas dinner
he said let's talk about it
like he didn't know any better
YOU'RE FUCKING 57
YOU KNEW BETTER
WHAT HAPPENED TO BEING MORE EXPERIENCED
BECAUSE YOU'RE OLDER?
HUH?
WHAT HAPPENED TO IT?
YOU FUCKING KNEW BETTER
AND YOU KNOW YOU DID
so when
you tell me
you are more experienced
because you're older
it boils my blood
because you
have
no
fucking
right
to
say
that
because you
deserve to have her kill me
right in front of you
because
i do not love you
and you
have never
ever
been
my
father
fuck you.
