Don't

Don't call me daughter

you were never my father.

The rum is what you truly love,

more than family, more than life

you drink because you deserve it

you work hard, so you have to play hard...

excuse me while I vomit hard.

I'm sick of your excuses.

I'm sick of your entitlement.

I'm not really your daughter.

You don't know me

no idea who I am

no idea what I feel

no idea how I think

because your brain is clouded and muddled

with clouds of tobacco smoke and rivers of rum

You never were my father

so why start now?

I'm twenty-five

I'm grown

and yes I make mistakes

but they're mine to make

my life to live

so go drink yourself into a stupor someplace else,

I don't want to see it.

You're not my father.

I'm not your daughter.