Mother, I am not like him. Their words are false. To spite you. Believe me. I am not his, But your child alone. If I could slit these wrists open And pull out these veins. I would tear them open. Letting his blood fall to the floor, Pool at my feet. Carefully pulling apart these strands of DNA, Careful to pick out the chromosomes with his genes Or perhaps find our family tree And saw off his branches, Like sawing off limbs. The writer is a 17 year old with a penchant for writing, art, music and technology. She is the proud author of her first book ‘Chaotic Kindness’, which is hopefully the first in the line of many Published in Daily Times, December 12th 2017.