Transcript
A GOOD DAUGHTER
You get kicked off the bus, drunk,
I press my doll to my chest
and stay silent.
I smile at your friends, those drunkards
and fools, like I’m good
and stay silent.
You dig the fork into the flesh
of your arm. I hand you a towel
and stay silent.
I bang on the neighbours’ door
to protect my sister and mum
and stay silent.
I watch you sleep where you fell,
breaking chairs and our hearts
and stay silent.
As you are growing old
and breaking down,
I am silently healing my wounds,
Your good daughter.