Farther than father can be
Farther than father can be
Don’t call him my father
I don’t have one
Never want one!
Takes more than your indiscretion
Poor judgement
Lack of backbone
Your desolation of hope
To name ‘that’ my father
How could you?
Why would you?
Fathers are a fairy tale
A sick joke
Alive in books
The stuff ‘dreams’ are made of
Delusions, illusions
Like Santa Claus and the tooth fairy
Why are kids made the butt of adult jokes?
Where was your dad when you needed him?
Where was your dad when your mum was broke?
Where was my dad when I had grazed knees
And needed carrying shoulder high
Above school yard bullying?
They’re a fallacy
A phallic fallacy
Male dogma
Obese patriarchy stifling the life breath
From a slender, purposeful matriarchy
Heard the fairytale about the prodigious
Everywhere, everyday hero?
The bread winner
The loyal husband
The doting father
The rock, family man
I saw the fist and knew it was all but a scam
Don’t call him my father
Takes more than empty posturing to be the ‘Y’
In my chromosomes
<Deleted User> (5466)
Mon 1st Sep 2008 14:00
Tremendous energy and momentum...feel the escalation and detalied irony of this steady subversion of 'fatherly' stereotypes. Powerful sense of the voice and the pain and anger fuse most effectively.
Love the way the poem softens at end. real sadness and disappointment despite the rage.
Scalpel like dissection!!!