A love-hate affair with my homicidal ideation
When my eyes welled, he said stop.
When I asked for advice, he said no.
When work was harsh, he said go.
When I needed help, I was on my own.
He told me it was all necessary to be a man. But, I was only a child—needing a dad. Now that I'm an adult, I wonder what he has to say.
My hand is on his throat, but no words today.
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