Whiskey Breath
When you score your first goal, go out for ice cream
When your teacher gives you your first gold star, frame it
When you get told you're pretty for the first time, smile at every reflection you see
When your father tells you he does not love you do not cry
When you buy your first bra, buy the first neon one you see
When you get your first boyfriend write poems about how he makes you feel real
When you decide you want to become a doctor, tell your cat
When your father tells you he does not love you do not cry
When you get your braces off, buy every flavor of gum at the market
When you get your license, wear your natural hair for the picture
When you get asked to prom, practice dance moves with your cat
When your father tells you he does not love you do not cry
When you get chosen for that internship, buy heels that don't squish your toes
When you realize bras are uncomfortable, burn them all
When you get your first pay check, buy heels that do squish your toes
When your father tells you he does not love you do not cry
When you get into your dream school, friend all the cute bio majors on Facebook
When your first boyfriend cheats on you write poems about how he made you feel real
When you get your first apartment, dance around naked
When your father tells you he does not love you do not cry
Do not let the word ‘not’ make you think about tying one around your neck
Do not look for the reasons he should in men that smell like him
Who drive cars like him
Who are as old as him
Who leave scars like him
When your father tells you he does not love you
Do not let the memory of his whiskey rants burn a permanent thirst in your soul for answers
Answers you do not require, answers you do not need to validate your existence
When your father tells you he does not love you, hang up the phone
Throw your fist into a mirror and smile at every reflection you see
Then throw away the shards
Realize the answer does not exist, the answer does not have your validation to exist
Realize that men like him have no place in your life
have no place in this world
Have no place to rest his whiskey hang over
Whiskey hang over
Over hang whiskey
Hang over whiskey
Hand over the whiskey father
Grab the whiskey, spill his whiskey, let him watch the whiskey pour down the drain
Have him beg for this whiskey
Have him cry for this whiskey
Hear him say he loves his whiskey
Go out and buy him a new bottle and then write a poem about how he made you feel too real
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