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. Cotto-Reyes AKA Poet Nissy

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