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TO MY SHADOW


MY OWN AFTHER DOESN’T WANT TO COME TO MY GRADUATION JUST ONCE I’D THOUGHT HE’D LOVE ME JUST THIS TIME I THOUGHT HE’D PUT HIS EGO ASIDE AND SEE THE MALE I WILL NEVER BE I CAN’T BE WHAT HE WANTS, FOR HE DOESN’T KNOW THE RAIN INSIDE OF ME POURING, DRIPPING WET- CAST WITH SHADOWED GLEE I WANT SO BAD TO BE HIS- TO BE ACCCEPTE, TO BE SMILED UPON YET YEAR AFTER YEAR ALL I RECEIVE ARE EMPTY PROMISES AND BLANK EYES SPEAKING OF A SOUL THAT I FROWN UPON SO WHEN DO I GET MY CHANCE? HOW FAR DO I HAVE TO PROVE? THAT A DAUGHTER IS JUST AS GOOD OF A BLESSING, EVENTHOUGH HE DID NOT CHOOSE. FINGER PAINT SMILES AND TEA CAKE PARADES I SMILE AS I WATCH THESE TWO PLAY CHARADES HE LIFTS HER UP THEN TICKLES HER CHIN AS SHE LETS OUT A SWEET CHUCKLE WITH A WIDE TOOTHLESS GRIN “DID I GET THIS LUCKY, DEAR GOD IS IT TRUE?” I THINK TO MYSELF, SHEDDING TEARS COATED IN DEW I MET THIS … MAN SO OPEN, SO REAL- KEPT PROMISES AND A HAPPINESS THAT IS INSANELY SURREAL HE LIVES FOR THIS FAMILY, ME AND NEHRIIY – HE CATERS TO HIS ROYALTY – LITTLE PRINCESS AND I I SHARED WITH HIM MY LIHT, MY TRUST, AND MY SOUL AND IN RETURN I RECEIVED A DIAMOND AND FOREVER VOWS HE’LL UPHOLD. BATTLING A FATHER SHADOWED IS NOT THE QUEST I SET FORTH FOR MY MINERATURE ME SO I’VE JOURNED PAST EARTH’S END IN SEARCH OF THIS HEAVENLY MAN I’M PROUD TO CALL MY KING MIDDAY I DANCE UNDER STARS- AND AT NIGHT I SHINE AGAINST THE SUN’S RAYS MY HEART IS AT PEACE NO LONGER FILLED WITH RAGE NOW MY BODY NEEDS REST- AS I PREPARE MY SKIN AGAINST HIS CHEST I SILENTLY CLOSE MY EYES INHALE,EXHALE, BREATHING HIM IN WITHOUT CONTEST MY MIND GOES BLANK LETTING MY ANGER FLOW AT SEA I’VE FOUND MY LOST MAN.. JUST THIS KING AND ME
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