Tainted

Abandoned by my father, we survive.
With love tucked in my heart, I'm digging deep
Emancipated, Mother came alive,
and over troubled waters we both leap.

With loathing, I was glad to see him go.
Away from us whose rage he rent upon.
He slithered in the darkness; belly low.
Crass, spineless man believed that he had won.

To live by begging bowl shames only him.
For others see the man he really is.
Her love alone - it fills me to the brim,
and I shall want for nothing that is his.

The tainted blood that courses through my veins;
drip drains until no more of him remains.