Father's Day
Father has become a forgotten word,
Lost in the back of my head.
Every now and then, he appears in her lips.
Every now and then, I get to hear what I missed.
What he missed.
She always denies missing him,
But those years of no love birth a woman,
my mom,
Who was never acknowledged with love in his eyes,
Birth me who despised guys like him.
Guys like them.
And days go by,
Father’s day is not mine.
Father’s day is my lie to the world.
And I guess I’m fine.
Except for the scars I will forever have on my back
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