Daddy.

June 22, 2016

Daddy,

I wish you could get to know me. See the things that I see.

I wish you wanted to see me. Help teach me who to be.

I wish you had tried to find me, to know who I was.

I wish you had wanted to love me, after all I am your blood.

I wish you had wanted to earn the title that you have.

But because your not here, you'll never be my dad.

I had dreams about you when I was little.

Conjuring up your face.

But when I learned the truth, I felt nothing but disgrace.

You are not a man worthy of the love that I could give.

Because you refused to be around, when I was a little kid.

These last 18 years you never were around.

But just so you know, I'm happy and I'm sound.

I wanted to have a daddy, some one to run to when I'm scared.

But the things I've heard about you, I wouldn't have even dared.

I wanted to be daddy's princess, and for you to be my knight.

But because of who you are, you never put up the fight.

I always wanted my dad to clean his gun on my first date.

And to tell him that if he hurt me, death would be his fate.

I always wanted a protector, like a Daddy should always be.

Luckily I'm a strong woman, one that you never did once see.

I'm not a little girl now, I'm 18 and almost grown.

My name is Rebekkah hope, the girl you've never known.

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