I ponder
My father's words
So simple yet extremely meaningful.
He is not capable
Of raising me
At the moment
Or at any other time
Maybe until I am older.
He pretends
He doesn't have
A daughter
A part of him that will always be.
He is still an actor
In the theater
Taking cues
From an evil director
The play has long been over.
He never cared
For anyone
Except for
His own existence
My father only nurtures his needs.
I pay
The consequences
Of his distraught actions
But now what have I to lose?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem