Marigolden Poet by Nalisha Sibella De Castro
To the one who missed out,
December 1st, 2001
Lovely Lillies sway at a distance of her hospital bed
She sees mamma on the corner smiling as bright as diamonds
Hears grandma calling her a sweet Marigold
Golden and strong
Unknowing of what was missing
Until she grew up
She was a mirror image of you
Heart hollow
Both of you missing a piece of yourselves that you can only find in each other
But your pride will never let you meet your daughter
You missed out
Father
You missed my whole life just to appear for a second
Merely seeing me
Truth is,
Your presence was all I ever wanted since I laid in that hospital bed
Unknowing of what was missing
Until I grew up without you
But the reality is that the presence of a parent doesn’t necessarily mean they are present
Like how can someone be there and not be there at the same time?
You don’t know me
When I look at you
You are merely a stranger
Father
I never got to tell you how much you missed
All the boys I’ve kissed
All the tears I’ve cried
Nor all the heartbreaks I endured
Meanwhile, you caused me the biggest heartbreak of all
I will never get to tell you how much you’ve missed
How you missed the fact that I am not the whore you think I am
How I am no longer your mirror image
How my mother Raised me to be everything you could never be Respectable
Pure
Honest
Engraved independent, bravery, empathy, strength
Told me to walk like the world was mine
To merely get up when my world is crashing
Place red lipstick onto my lips
Head held high with pride unlike yours
Reminded me that no matter what
I will always be grandma’s Marigold
And her sunshine
And that formidable daughter you confused for forget me knots
Forgot me
Hopefully, that’s why you still haven’t called
I've distorted my mind to avoid the pain from what reality could be
It's like
I am aware that that you are out there but am not interested in your stories
I don’t care what you’re doing
Nor who you’re with
Nor the life you’ve built with them
Or at least that’s what I’ve convinced myself to think
I wish I could show you how amazing I am
How I was worth staying for
Committing to
But like the boys, I’ve lost you continued to walk
Yet inspired millions of beautiful poetry about a broken girl no longer broken
A Marigolden Poet
Your footsteps only made me stronger
To my father,
This letter will never be delivered
But that’s fine
Because on June 28, 2019
When I step across that stage
Head held high
Red lipstick
And the poise my mother embedded in me all on her own
That will not be on my mind
At that moment I will merely be mamas diamond
Grandma’s Marigold
And that bomb ass daughter you never had the audacity to get to know