Disposable child, baby begotten
Daddy mumbles to his feet, drunken
Told you I don’t want you anymore
All you do is remind me of what I should’ve done before
But my legs are too short to run away
my memory too short to remain that way
I sit, I say
Where shall I go, what shall I do?
With an overfilled diaper sticking me to the floor like glue
It don’t matter as long as you disappear
Away from my face, my memory, & my ear
But Daddy, Mommy’s dead
& I’ve wet the bed
Who will come when I need to be fed?
Should’ve thought about that before you were born
Before you chose us as your parents to wrong
Sorry Daddy, should’ve known before I took form
that you’d prefer me to be stillborn
You should’ve known, I’d prefer to be alone, me all mighty on my throne
Sorry Daddy, I’ll take my leave, I’ll take my life
to give you reprieve
I’ll let you be, sorry Daddy…
never meant for you to hate me
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