he’s been spending his days
engaged in scholarly pursuits
reading stacked volumes
in the library
educating himself about
deconstruction
and psychosexuality
claiming to have my demonic beat down
casting me from imaginary heaven for it
if he really could empathize
with how i’m wired
he would dare to extend me
basic human courtesy
but i’m glad he’s starting to realize
no matter how bad things get
he’ll always be the daddy
i’m forever the hurt little girl
and it will be him who has to drop my hand
in a crowded place
then walk away