my poetry is a picture
of the moment i wrote it in

in this case
im listening to boys lie
and wondering where my father is

while my mother sits outside my room
with the dogs

and the sun
is not thinking
about setting soon

and im still thinking about him
about what he would be like
if he dropped the ****** bag act

And yes i did defended him
was that a mistake?

if today i felt just alittle compassion

towards someone
just a little bit
worse than me?