Heart
The grasping touch.
his gentle hands held me,
raised me.
with my fathers might.
the pain I encounter,
the accidents I make,
the pride in my ethnicity,
my favorite songs,
he invented me.
my curly hair,
to my perseverance and curiosity.
My daddy helped me.
I want him to look down at me and smile,
"that's my babygirl."
I'll make you proud.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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