Daddy
Nerline!
Nothing more, nothing less
My name among other things pronounced at his lips' release
A petrified shiver down my spine
We are nothing more than strangers who
By a wicked twist of fate are bound by blood
My daughter!
Nothing more, nothing less
A title of which many swear
They wished they held
But of which I see as
A term used by a hypocrite!
He uses me to gain favor
In others’ eyes
I’m his pride and joy—
Down the street
But in the car, at home—
I’m a stranger who
By a wicked twist of fate is bound by blood
Father.
Nothing more, nothing less
A term I both yearn for and
Loathe
I thought it meant: trustworthy, dependable, and loving
Yet my reality transforms it into: deceitful, scarce, careless
But what else could you expect from
Two strangers
Who, by a wicked twist of fate, are bound by blood—
Nothing more. Nothing less.
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