The seed
I hate the seed
you planted in my mom
I hate the fact
that you didn't give a crap
I hate that it is your face
the one I have
I hate to to say
that I didn't have a dad
(neither my child a grandpa)
I hate that you make me crave
the love of a man
I hate going around
trying to understand
why no one can fill up
the empty space
where a lonely girl live
where the woman fades.
Jessica
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