DEAR DAD

 
Brothers and sisters;
Our dad,
The head of the table.
Dwells in my room every night,
He undresses me everyday
He smiles and promises to be gentle A promise that leaves me buttered inside.
 
Aunt,
Your brother
Calls me his solace.
He tells me to be calling him
Thomas.
He murmurs as he cry for romance when I say no, he talks about my fees. Instead my legs gaps to make him pleased.
 
Mom,
Please don’t slap me I'm sane!
There is something about Dad.
Yes your husband
I owe him no respect,
The pot bellied man, Mr. Thomas!
He craws and spews all love words on me, At night our legs interlock.
He tells me, ''fear no earthly craft except me'' as he walks back to you.
 
Dad,
Fear my tears
Look me in the eyes and see the mist Show love as a dad please
Not as a husband I plead.