I owned the stigma of your drunken face;
tried covering my brand as best I could.
Yet pride still filled my heart; I felt disgrace
and so I cautioned those who understood:
“Don’t come around when he is here, my friend,
for father is a fool with liquor pressed.
Defamed, when he’s around, I am his sin;
his awkward joke so slovenly addressed.”
My shame and fear; a teenager’s contempt
of him who should have been my strongest guide.
I strove to disconnect my love; exempt
you with a blatant disrespect; deride…
The storm is over, Daddy, now you’re gone
but oh! how I did love you; right or wrong.
Trifecta word is “Brand” (use the noun)
3a (1) : a mark made by burning with a hot iron to attest manufacture or quality or to designate ownership
(2) : a mark of disgrace : stigma <the brand of poverty> – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/08/trifecta-week-ninety-one.html#sthash.yUV5oZrU.dpuf