Those days
Why did my Daddy
Want me to put up my dukes?
He didn’t know me
I needed answers, not anger.
You told me to hit you
On yr only cleft chin.
Confused, I refused,
Then I cried, then you laughed.
.
These days
One punch
Is all a backed-up drain like me…
I’d kill everything.
Furthermore, my diatribe here
Was directed
To my father’s spectre.
And he didn’t know me either,
‘Cause he said, “Go ahead”.
He thought & said, I’d be quite mad
All these days
With his violent abandonment.
I still need answers, not anger.
In that afterours club, in that cloud,
I asserted, “Are you still sick? ” right out loud.
“Haven’t you watched me, or can’t you look out? ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem