Fictional Pater

I feel like i'm being strangled

Just like what you did to my sister

I was five and on the staircase crying

She was sixteen with your hands around her neck

I'm now seventeen and I finally said I hate you

You’re fifty-two and abandoned us again

First emotionally

Now physically

How can love be proclaimed when you hurt the one that birthed us

How can love be proclaimed when a woman my age is at your side

How can love be proclaimed when you tormented us for years

How do you have no shame?