Dear Dad

Dear Dad,
I’m spending my days in pornography and depravity.
I am what they call a holy cunt.
I am the girl you have always thought me to be,
your daughter.

I have the nerve,
what it takes to
run away from the future
you would have willed for me.
I am not a prisoner in your imagination.

You, my father have not sprung
from my loins.
———-
February 2008.

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