Dive straight into the mind of a daughter who is visiting her father in prison.
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My Visit
by Katherine Secaida
Blank walls gray doors cold seats
Dirty glass windows
Phones dirty
Wet wipes to clean those shitty ass phones
So silent that I can hear my heart beat
Your words to the phone don’t even match the beat
Dad, your eyes are more clear, but how long will that be?
Your jumpsuit looks nice, how comfy is that?
You talk about the bed you sleep in
Cold small shitty made waiting just for you
Open your eyes
I’m rowing & I see all your dark sides
Dad, I love you understand
But don’t expect me to always be your little girl
I grow every day. I don’t need you
It’s fine you were never there
You put your hand to the glass to say your
Two minute goodbye
That my heart just stops to beat
Cold hearted reminds me of the metal seats
Don’t touch anything
Shirt so dirty I don’t even want to speak
Right side there’s a woman talking to her man with a child on her chest
Child so close to the window pounding to break the glass to reach to his dad
Left side there’s a mother talking to her son
Reading the Bible and all I hear are her tears
Right in front of me there’s a man who can hardly speak
Trying to keep his calm, watching his two daughters pick up a phone for an hour speak
Dad, you have five more minutes to speak
Say what you want to say but your words always repeat
As he hangs up, hand to glass to say a goodbye
See what you did? Your daughters were right
You don’t deserve them
As my mom repeats
Look at your girls, they’re growing up
To not be half of your blood
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Thank you for your bravery in posting, Katherine. Incarceration of a father is a terrible reality for so many youth. Stay strong, and seek the whole story as you get older.