Father

Father,

I’ve always had this sense of self

That’s set your teeth on edge

perhaps, part is pride

But mostly, I think

it’s definite disdain

at my defiance

To be nothing, but who I am

unapologetically aware and uncaring

You used to try to dote on me

a dainty doll, you thought

but I was never docile on your lap

squirmed away, no rhyme or reason

childish willfullness

turned to adult aloofness

You care less and less for me

your wild daughter

Mouthy and mysterious

Maybe I remind you

of another rebellious rogue

you tossed like trash?

 

 

 

 

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