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My Dead Beat Daddy


                             When I was born you were not there for me ....,,,.,...   . .My last name should have been Lewis not Jackson but you let your family members feed you lies saying "shes not yours she too red to be yours" you believed the lies the hatred from your family members. How dare you come in and out in ad out of my life like that. I was suppose to be daddies little girl and you my hero. But you didn't want that , you tossed me out like a dirty old rag. Now I'm older and the pain and hatred toward you is gone . What i felt for my dead beat daddy is no longer in my heart.                                      

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