day 121

My life in ten parts
I.

It took me nineteen years to realize
that I am not my father's daughter.
I have tried to be the fixer upper
of a sad idea.

I vowed to never write about you,
but the more and more I try to ignore the itchy annoyance,
the guilt trips, the you-know-that-he-loves-you's,
the he's-your-father,
the don't talk to him, or the talk to him,
he is only getting older,

not wiser,

the more I try to ignore
the more disgusted I feel.
I am not my father's daughter
I am not and never will admit to being my father's daughter