I hate presents,
they are a reminder of my present,
the present I could have fixed in the past I wasted hoping the present would fix itself.

but just like presents don't wrap themselves,
my present didn't fix itself,
but no one told me that,
I was busy being a brat,
having full assurance that daddy would feed me fat ,
until daddy died.

My neck is deep,
my cheeks are hallow,
no it's not Halloween,
and it's not a costume,
but it's hunger,
it's what it has done to me,
it's how it has deformed me,
it how daddy has left me,
if only someone had told me,
that daddy won't live forever...

© deola_amope