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When I was five I had a Daddy
He was tall and kind
And he called me his princess
But he was scary when he was mad
I told a fib and he grabbed my arm
At ten years old,
Little did I know that a hospice was a place to die.
It sounded like hospital.
Just take off the a, the l, the t,
And tack on an extra c and e.
I thought it was another place to get better,
I wonder
What it would be like
If I had a father
Who cared,
Loved,
Helped.
I wonder
What it would be like
To not have to fight
For steps,
Small,
Small
Steps.
dads, i've had somedaddy's, more than onemisters i've had tonsbut i've never had YOU...gone before i could blinknever did YOU thinkwhat will happen to the girlI leave behind
Scribbling words and notes
that get so hard to swallow
like pills flowing out of all these little orange bottles
I'm choking more and more
but they keep coming full throttle
barriers worse than the Berlin wall and
contraceptives combined
our lives intersect
nonsensical
cyclical conjectures
the hypocrisy
blinding
it slurs and
it curses
When I was nine,
I thought that every time my mom received a new name
That I received it too.
I thought that names were like purple
You can’t forget the red and the blue.
She watched her king walk away,
Leaving her all alone now everyday,
Just left her standing by the queen,
Her broken life now everyone has seen,
She was all alone in the palace,
Hey there Dad, get your gun
let's go to the woods for some fun.
The weather is mild and not too bright,
cotton tails been out all night.
Coach
“Coach I want to play soccer”
No you’re playing golf
The scholarships will give you a better shot
“Okay”
I wish life was easier
I wish dads didn’t die
I wish babies didn’t cry
I wish the winter weather
Wasn’t so anti-tender
I wish love was easy
And hate hard
I wish people weren’t so corny
