It was she that taught her father,
how to speak.
He did not know the language
of fathers and daughters.
It was she that taught her father,
how to be needed.
He did not know necessity
beyond daily bread.
It was she that taught her father,
the feminist tongue.
He did not know that the language of fight,
was generational.
It was she that taught her father,
that prayer is not always enough.
Sometimes follow the lead
of a daughter filled with madness.