Fighting my Father Figure

Curtains cover your eyes,

You refuse to pull them back.

I am no longer your little girl,

Someone else has stolen my heart.

 

My happiness is non existent to you,

All because his skin color does not match mine.

You are my dad, the one I should trust with anything,

My relationship is hidden along with my affections.

 

Everyday I struggle with this facade,

I want you to experience my journey with me.

Instead I curl and coil into myself,

As you continue to see the surface of his skin.

 

I wait for the day of you approval,

Until then, my curtain will be closed off to you.

 

 

 

 
 
 

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