Birth, Bastards and Dads

I was there when the seed was cast.

Slung back the motion of the arrow

Sent shivering chills up my mother’s spine.

When she yielded, I yielded

Giving birth to a daddyless me.

Now that I read and comprehend

I see fairly well why I couldn’t have gotten a “y” cell.

Daddy was a faggot, let loose inside

The dark corners of my mother’s eyes.

And though he touched her somewhere inside

He damn near came close to destroying me

Then he was gone.

A stepfather who invaded the privacy

Of resting stepdaughters.

Leaving my mother’s bed

To come see how his children sleep.

Covers over our heads

We pretended sleep.

And all that was left to say upon departure

Was that all men are punks.

Father like a crazy man

Implanted the worm-like jelly fish

In momma's womb

Leaving out me

So that when I came to be

All was but a cloudy,

Mystical illusion.

I think I must be getting

What the faggot had.