Father

the city is ugly dark filthy how can I get my father? he is lost my mom says she gave me birth at 14 I am hungry cold, pie helps water is filthy too mom says I want to die if god says yes, who is he? who is he my father? is he that god? I am 10 not that old mom says I am like my father she cowers slaps me funny words brat brat it sounds cat my little Rex died last year yellow eyes sweet he was meek cringer my friend Linda tattered frock nutty breath kissed me touched my yes I puked no foods rotten guavas other witches smell bad weeping scars gloved with mitten toothless, lousy one was good gave me a piece of bread one day now what can I do? where is my father ? What is father? city stinks. © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY 12/14/2014