Once a month
I am presented with the facts of life.
The idea that
within the cell walls of my body
lie your deoxyribonucleic acid,
the bones and matter that you
have successfully forgotten.

And I struggle with the raw
and obvious rejection. With it's
blatent simplicity, and how
you have never offered to know
where your seed was sown.

Every particle of me,
has some part of you,
and every man I know,
does not understand what it is
like, to be a two-dimensional mistake
while I stand in front of them,
a three-dimensional soul.

They all share the same furrowed
brow of confusion, when I try to
explain what it's like to ascend
from this unknown abyss.

I am afraid for my children,
who continue your pathetic race,
as if they were born to keep your
secrets, the cruxes my greatest grandchildren
will be forced to keep.

You are the mystery that I never
want to unfold, but it makes me the
lie I never wanted to be.

01/31/2008

Author's Note: I have never ever known my biological father. I have only heard that he asked about me once, and wasn't interested in meeting me. As much as I pretend it doesn't matter, because I have so much anyway, rejection still sucks.

Posted on 02/01/2008
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