Even if I birthed you stars
out of my own womb
You'd still, open heartedly,
ask for the moon.

As an aborted butterfly
from your abandoned cocoon.

Forceful winds the pain away,
repressed-
suppressed in the leaves that stray
Whirlwind in the lands of fairytales:
A mum, a dad, a boy and a girl.
Forcefilled ideologies, how this ish should be
A proud father, lies by Walt Disney.

Away from his soil
I write my name in the sand
and a memo to my muse
that will put a ring on my hand
with tears, i scribe:

'This caged, disabled bird you helped sing
and to my broken wing, you became my other
As I hold your seeds in our garden of love
please dont be a 'man' like my father.'

Daily mere hellos
and carless goodbyes
under a face of stone, a daughter cries
displaced lack of attention through violent music
unladylike verses
and his version of bull$*%£

Under one roof, in the next room asleep
lying awake, waiting for hatred to leave
after twenty years
it still holds its tenancy
and the longing for
the absence of mentailty,
attention and normality

'Promise to love us,
love me'

Viscious waters disolve my memo
under the waves of ablyss
Salt stinging the wounds of the waves that were missed
Back to his land
of mud and uncleaniness

An ugly star-eyed butterfly

waiting to be kissed