To: Dad ( Part 1)

I hate the haunted house you've become inside this neighbourhood
The 56.2 kg weight of flesh I carry that denies me an access to download the proper application to cohabitate because with all the storage space I came with I still keep you in my device
However i hide you even from myself
I hate the hell you've placed on this creation of the 3rd day according to Genesis 1 27
I hate that God chose you to be the extra cast in my movie
Hate how He makes it wrong to hate you "Honor thy father and thy mother that thy days may be long upon the land the Lord thy God giveth thee."
How do I honour mine father when I have Exodus 2013'ned  him so many times without the 'not'
Black lives matter but not the one that's my father's
See....
I've bought different men presents on Father's Day
Sold my "I'm okay's" to auction for all the "I'm surviving's" i could find......
I've  imagined a father the same way I've imagined a girl that would grow up into a woman and conquer all the nightmares in real life....
I've  been arrested......
At the age of maturity I had already served my time with a cup of tea
Cut open my wrists to let fresh air in but the world mistook them for oceans
See..
I've cried a billion of  heavens into existence in every fucking dimension
Mr. Cool man
Are we cool enough to be your daughters now ?
Are you ready to know how much of our lives you've missed yet?