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Missing Family Head
Mixed feelings towards him.
After all, I cannot speak about him too much on a whim.
Yet, they tell me...
To cherish.
To love.
Their reasoning?
There is and always will be one that will be called by that name.
Father.
Over countless of times.
Whether in freestyle or rhyme,
they refuse to listen.
No matter how much of my heart or mind I open.
No ears or eyes will be woken.
They rather die thinking they are right.
Just because they think they have all the knowledge.
Just because they think I am blind and they can see.
No, they rather push away the abuse.
How "education" was forced down upon me and made the one they seek.
My hatred for any masculine figure began to seed because of him.
Numerous hard smacks on the head and the hands.
I lost track of the amount of tears I shed.
Unintentional rigged game of Russian roulette.
My incorrect mathematical answers- the bullets.
His temper- the firearm.
Once again: Where should I place my "gratefulness?"
-Snow that Flutters down like Feathers