a poem
dad,
you are a heavy
weight on my tongue.
i cannot quantify
how much you weigh.
my throat feels
incapable of opening.
i am choking on your pride.
my voice is afraid of you.
it is shivering in its box.
i cannot help but apologize
like the burden i am.
i am the unwanted girl-child.
the daughter of the she-wolf
that keeps biting your hand.
her broken paws always
reaching out to you.
dad must think that
i am a little bird with
a little song to match.
a burden nonetheless.
i am a weight that is growing
far too heavy for you.
i am the bond to
a woman you hate.
a faulty connection.
to a family you would
rather live without.
dad,
i am actually
a dandelion.
i am longing for a
strong warm breeze
to do away with me.
i need a reprieve.
so i sit in the window
sill waiting for you to
help me open the
window completly.
it is time to air
this house out.
