I say I am correct.
But you are convinced that you are, too.
You shove the proof-the evidence-
in my face. Could you be any
more persuasive? Could I
have been anymore stubborn?

The realization hit later.
I felt stupid to have been
so oblivious to something  so obvious.
You win, I'm tapped out. But
I'm too stubborn to admit my loss.

The photographs, the DNA,
the tapes, the eye-witnesses.
It should be obvious to anyone,
but yet emotions get in the
way of seeing the truth.

This is murder in the purest
form. Remorseless, regretless, unforgiving.
They tell me to accept the truth
for what it is.

My father-my idol.
Twenty-five to life.
His tears crash to his cheeks,
like car in a collision.
But not mine-I'm too vindicated.