Ode to Ken

I wouldn't say I hate my father for not being there, nor do I love him as much as I wish I did. The fact of the matter is he wasn't there enough for me, and it doesn't matter why. My mother has went through trials and tribulations. Her body parts do not define her strength!

Daddy is an Orchid

He has the ability to plant orchids in West Indian wombs

But no one ever taught him how to pick and throw away the weeds

I’m still here

Standing with dead stems but I’m still growing

I guess no one ever taught him that sunlight can burst from arms faced forward forming the shape of a U

I never needed the sky

So I prayed for the sun to shine through boarded windows adjacent to the gully side when it rained

I prayed that he knew it was like to love me

Rather than my name

But to appreciate the orchid that didn’t need to float on water

She drifted on land

I guess no one taught him

How to gather broken pies and spray salep onto hearts

How to rotate the lives of his many women and children

He himself is an orchid

With stems of a rose

Unstably secreted onto the ground

One who’s upward stature made him look like Adonis

High, mighty, beautiful

What kind of man did grandma want him to be?

In the future I may continue to work on it, with the process of my emotional growth but at this point it is finalized <3