By Ruth Elwood

 

Thanks for the x chromosome

My father isn't really dead

I only tell people he is 

I just can't stand the idea of belonging to him being: his

 

Daughter not by choice

Wish I was alone

All he ever bestowed upon me was an X chromosome 

 

Refused to visit 

After witnessing him caged savage beast

Awkwardly discussing the weather

 

You were once a learned man

Clever, Wise a PHD was the plan

So smart you knew how to track down a gun

Informed on how to end half a dozen lives

Just for fun

 

Perhaps I have too much pride

But I would be happier if my father had died