For "Daddy"
You don’t need a gun, or a damn knife to kill me anymore. Not even the same overdose I took a long time ago. You don’t need it because today is the day that calling you 'Dad' has become a routine instead of a privilege. My heart is the same way your kidneys are now: burned with its new raisin-in-the-sun outfit. You’ve left me the same way many daddy's have— starving for the love no one could give, crying and hungry for daddy hugs. You don’t need a gun, or a damn knife to kill me anymore. Not even the same overdose I took a long time ago. Because my letters of love weren’t enough for you to care when you sniffed your best friends: cocaine and crack. or enough for you to respect the only woman I’ve kissed on the lips: Mother. I bet this doesn’t suck as much as your other women in that hotel, right? By Denisse M. Co