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Ode To My Father
It stung me just to wake up each morning with
Hunger pains so deep beneath my ribs
Trying to make it to the kitchen table
In order to eat breakfast before school
My father beats me to the table early most mornings
And I have to wait to enter
Because I am afraid of the needles
He has to inject in his belly
In order to have insulin to regulate his diabetes
I can feel the pain of the sharp prick that penetrates the layer of skin
And the sight of blood emerging from the flesh
Makes me feel mortal and woozy and neverlasting
My father was like a ...