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I don't know why
March 26, 2019
I don’t know why
your scaly hands grabbed mom
when all you needed to do
was ask for money.
I don’t know why
your crusty lips belched my name
when I wouldn’t give you my
time of day.
I don’t know why
you abandoned us ,
leaving mom to feed three kids
with little money.
I don’t know why
your drug runs
were at the top of your mind,
while I, was sinking in the frigid
bleached snow
impatient for pick up.
I don’t know why
your arms were
always so
bandaged and bruised
by the pricks of your ignorance.
I don’t know why
your decaying, rusted teeth
mumbled the words--
I don’t even consider you
my daughter anymore
when I wouldn’t fulfill
your urging desires.
I only know why
you, my filthy father
chose amnesiac drugs,
instead of loving me--
your own
daughter.
© Hilary R., Woodland Hills, CA
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my father, got into an accident when I was in third grade. It was down pouring on a wednesday morning and a semi- truck swerved over onto the incoming traffic. It flipped over onto our car and left my dad with broken ribs, severe concussion, and torn ligaments in his shoulder. He got perscribed oxycontin and ever since then it has progressed into a further addiction. A few weeks ago he had a package delivered to our house when we weren't home of $60,000 worth of crystal meth. He used to be a caring loving father to my two brothers, who are thirteen and ten. I hope to get my expeirences across and have someone to relate to by sharing this.