Sleeping With My Father - Poem by DOMINIC PREMPEH

Wake, wash your face and clean your teeth, bath;
Plenty instructions without sieve
Came from papa every morn
Eat, learn, shower and sleep:
Many more rules
I needed to follow every night.

I, very young, under command
I needed not talk

At eight
Let me see your skin
Shower you; brush you, all from papa.

Felt uneasy, it continued even at eleven
Addicted now to his baths, kisses, fondles and sex.

I know no man; talk to no female
I befriend no woman; play with no male
Daddy is my play mate, talk mate, bed mate and sex mate

(Nov.2012, Ofoase)

Topic(s) of this poem: anger, crazy, depression, despair, father, father daughter, greed, hate, innocence, lust

Poet's Notes about The Poem

When a young girl approaches you, the poet, that the father sleeps with her; the grief in your heart pushes you to 'poetize' the story.
A true life story......

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 5, 2015

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