Abusive Fathers
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Dear unforgiven,
Writing ‘Dear father' seems inappropriate
considering you're only my father in the sense that your name is on my birth certificate.
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
Blood is thicker than water
As a little girl's father liked to say
Yet the girl can't help but think
What if a heart can change it's way
A poem for the best and most influential mentor in my life,
my big brother
David, my dear brother, you are like no other.
How is it
I have three dads
Yet I feel one sided
I'm a great daughter
Or at least I thought
Is it that impossible
To love a girl that is lost
I've tried everything I could
To my father—
I addressed this with “to,”
Because “dear” felt wrong.
It’s hard to call someone “dear”
With a history like ours.
One.What is your favorite color? Maybe it was blue, green, or red.Mine is purple. But you'll never know that. Two.Are you left-handed or right-handed?I was born left-handed.But I was told being different was wrongSo, I am right-handed. Three.What
Footsteps across the kitchen floor
The sound of pitter paddle is all that can be heard
Seeking across the floor to see her
I’ve been tarnished.
They say counting calms the nerves.
They tell me it collects the thoughts.
I’m not sure how collected mine will ever be,
but it’s worth a try, for the sake of my sanity.
Forgotten and beaten is no easy life,
mistreated and defeated is like being stabbed with a knife,
The ones who swore to protect you forever,
are now the ones who abuse you is quite the endeavor.
Struggles
That is why I am beautiful
Mistakes
That is why I am smart
Flaws
That is why I am me
Growing up, Daddy is supposed to tell his little angel
Struggles
That is why I am beautiful
Mistakes
That is why I am smart
Flaws
That is why I am me
Growing up, Daddy is supposed to tell his little angel
