Father
By Abigail Bethune
Your eyes pierce through me, like the knife you are.
Dull, but deadly, from my well you draw.
I see red, I feel blue,
I see everyone but you.
Yet still, a girl needs a man to look up to.
Oh Father, How loving is your hate.
I am as strong as your hate...
For me?
I am as happy as a pup!
For every lion shall lose a cub.
I will not cry,
I will not cry!
For you have dug your grave so deep.
And I will rejoice,
And I will give thanks
I will sing.
For karma is a beautiful thing.
...I'll forgive you
Because that was what I was taught,
By the lady who nurtured my heart
and the man who fathered my soul.
Because you will not keep me from going home.
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