The Sperm Donor

By LadyJay   

Bright eyed
Terrified of heights
Pink shoes
Destined to lose
Without warning you committed the worst crime
In front of my small, wandering eyes
You hit her
Again and again
You hit her
I was 4 when I realized what monsters looked like
A life of pain was sure to follow you
Sending your only daughter into a life of confusion
I’ll never call you dad,
You lost that right when you chose the booze
No care in the world for a single soul but your own
Rot in hell.

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This poem is about my biological father who was an alcoholic and the last time I ever saw him he severely beat his girlfriend in front of me, I was only 4 years old.