Poetry Monday: Daddy Issues

I was four
The first time
I saw
My father
Get drunk
And beat my mother

This happened
For many years
And I repressed
Most of my
Memories

He went on
To beat my sisters
Years later
Always drowning
Himself in alcohol
Never feeling
Remorse

Repressed memories
Returned
I saw him
As he truly was

I’m supposed
To be a man
Like that?

This is the man
I once wanted
To be?

What kind of man
Am I
For wanting
That?

I don’t want to be
A man anymore

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

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