I feel nothing when I look at my father, From a far I saw him pedal his way to me; Like a stranger, a passerby I need not to greet. I feel nothing wh...Read more

The thoughts are back And so are you We're fighting again And i'm tired I'm far too tired You've stripped me of any light I ever had I'm too tired to...Read more

my father is sexist, yeah—saying it still feels strange, ’cause I know he provided, kept gas in the tank, food on the plate, money steady, roof never...Read more