Nice to see you again father,

I’m just kidding you fucking heart carver.

I wrote this poem about you, you’ll like it,

It’s full of all you did right down to the shit.

Right at the start where I was born,

Dying from suffocation, almost torn.

I was daddy’s girl thinking I had worth,

Bro, you weren’t even there for my birth.

That should have been a sign,

Knowing you couldn’t keep me mine.

Everyday I saw the anger you let out,

My words too thin to make a shout.

Until that day you did the deed,

I wanted to cut my hands and bleed.

To spill your blood so you weren’t in me,

You didn’t care, never wanted to see.

Such dangerous care you had to offer,

Lying in court, crimes a shocker.

I cried so hard knowing we had to meet again,

All under supervision when I was ten.

Lies prevailed and I was moved away,

You tried to kidnap me and be astray.

I won’t lie, I wanted to be with you,

Even after all the stories I knew.

Yet here I am, good as I can,

It’s been 11 years since shit hit the fan.

I think of you often, crying here and there,

Jumping through nightmares bracing for the scare.

Sometimes I wished you cared a little more,

Have happy memories as I cross the score.

If you could have me, would you let me fly?

Even when I say I still love you, it’s only a lie.