DISAPPOINTMENT

No one really knows,

But black tar heroin

Is actually very

Shiny. No one knows

How it reflects in

The light.

I do.

Finding out about

My father’s involvement

Ruined me. The purity

That I once prided myself

On, washed away by a

Vinegar-like smell.

Self doubt consumed me.

My father ruined our lives.

For what? A few more hundred

Bucks? Were my sisters and I

Not good enough? Was my

Mother?

Did he care?

After months behind bars,

I saw his face again.

Expecting to see the face

Of a criminal, I saw nothing

But the face of my father,

The man who cared for me,

Who changed my diapers,

Who smelt like home.