When he left, her last
When he left, her last name was stripped,
When she fell, she fell apart,
Dad, am I suppose to wear your last name like a badge of honor?
Mom lays there on the ground,
She dreams of time machines, and lottery wins,
You drained us out and emptied our bank,
Took the money and hired an attorney,
You disappeared without a trace,
Treaded onwards like a lawless land race,
I don't wear your last name.
This poem is about:
My family