Dear Old Dad

This is hardly a poem Is barely a rhyme But I have to tell someone What I’m feeling inside I never had a dad Just a beast in his skin But the dad I never had He was a living sin He hit me and screamed He lied and he cussed Whatever we did It was never enough Dear old dad He lied so much He lied so bad He made life tough One lie that he told Was simply ‘I love you’ That one was bold And far from true At age thirteen I’d had enough I drank some bleach And other stuff I stood before death But he looked the other way And there on my deathbed I decided to change I hated my father Everything about him So as his least favorite daughter I wanted to be different I left dear old dad And I changed for the better If only she had... My elder sister He can no longer tell me What to do or to say His poison is deadly But my death’s been delayed My mother is lovely My sister was too They both say they love me But only one tells the truth Dad’s corrupted what’s left Of the ones that I love Just as ink makes a raven Out of a Dove