Dear Dad
Dear Dad,
You were my most influential teacher
I learned when I was six
When given a choice between
A glass bottle and your daughter's hand
You will always reach for the bottle opener
And leave my hand cold and empty
I learned when I was nine
That I didn’t need a welcoming father
But I sure did want one
I learned when I was twelve
That I didn’t need electricity in my home to live
Just a deafening generator
And the stench of kerosene staining my clothes
Which gave me more warmth than you ever did
I learned when I was thirteen
That I should no longer fear spiders or the dark
Because the real monster in my house was you
I learned when I was fifteen
That if my views differed from yours
I was a disappointment
I learned when I was seventeen
That I can’t accept love from a male
Because the one who was supposed to love me for life
Left me in the dark with no flashlight
Now I am eighteen and I’m still learning
I’m learning that I don’t want an addict
Or a narcissist
Or an abuser
Or a criminal in my life
Dear Dad,
When will you decide to put the bottle down
And hold your little girl?
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