Inheritance

Inheritance

A Poem by August

At 5 i used to climb you and comb your hair

Classes skipped so we could play until you couldn't bear

How i got my first doll at 9, im scared of it now

And how you held me close at that haunted house

Now you're a selective mysogynist who shames his daughter

I almost believed you because you kissed my head in forever

Last time you did that resulted in 4th of February

Your idea of fixing things is drinking til you die

But father i hate you- because i truly never can

© 2025 August


Author's Note

August
it's a little messy bcs it was written quickly in rage, might edit it later on.. tried something like the first letters(the capitalised ones) of all lines make a word?(Achan in my native tongue means father and ily is i loveyou)..

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Added on November 9, 2025
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