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Daddy's First PoemMuhammed Ali sits crumpledDaddy's First Poem by ~CMartinez13
in the plastic bag from Spencer's
and you scream with your
diabetic lungs
about the questions I ask
that refuse to make sense.
I want to smile, maybe laugh
at how you react so wildly
to something so insignificant
when my true issues
are as hidden as Muhammed's
bright red gloves on the black fabric
that smells of hemp and incense.
You accuse me of secrets
that do not and will not exist
outside your overactive mind
that only cares for a woman
who sits miles from this road in her home,
a possible strawberry Corona to her red lips.
The bag crinkles against my obese thigh,
your tongue obsessing over my imperfections,
Mama's Missing Child SupportYour hair was the smoke you breathed,Mama's Missing Child Support by ~CMartinez13
tobacco replacing the blown-out CO2,
nicotine evaporated into your oxygen.
Clothed with silk our Savoir bought,
working less than a regular 9 to 5,
you loved to dance in the rented house's rooms.
Tasting a stranger's tongue,
those same lips you spoke
Spanish with to your accidental babies,
enticed your hardly educated mind
and riled up your overused estrogen.
Pressing your brown cheek to mine,
I still wonder, silently at night,
if you dreamt of the Catholic God
on those nights when men grabbed
and touched you with their filthy,
cigarette burned fingers.
Sta.sh
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