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When I was five I had a Daddy He was tall and kind And he called me his princess But he was scary when he was mad I told a fib and he grabbed my arm
Blood is thicker than water As a little girl's father liked to say Yet the girl can't help but think What if a heart can change it's way
A poem for the best and most influential mentor in my life, my big brother   David, my dear brother, you are like no other.
How is it I have three dads Yet I feel one sided I'm a great daughter Or at least I thought Is it that impossible To love a girl that is lost I've tried everything I could
To my father— I addressed this with “to,” Because “dear” felt wrong. It’s hard to call someone “dear” With a history like ours.
I never had a father, Even though he was alive and with me. He held my hand when we crossed the street and let me go, When the sky turned black enough to disappear into.
One.What is your favorite color? Maybe it was blue, green, or red.Mine is purple. But you'll never know that. Two.Are you left-handed or right-handed?I was born left-handed.But I was told being different was wrongSo, I am right-handed. Three.What
Him
Footsteps across the kitchen floor  The sound of pitter paddle is all that can be heard Seeking across the floor to see  her
  I’ve been tarnished. They say counting calms the nerves. They tell me it collects the thoughts. I’m not sure how collected mine will ever be, but it’s worth a try, for the sake of my sanity.  
Forgotten and beaten is no easy life, mistreated and defeated is like being stabbed with a knife,  The ones who swore to protect you forever, are now the ones who abuse you is quite the endeavor.  
I Swear
Struggles That is why I am beautiful Mistakes That is why I am smart Flaws That is why I am me   Growing up, Daddy is supposed to tell his little angel
Struggles That is why I am beautiful Mistakes That is why I am smart Flaws That is why I am me   Growing up, Daddy is supposed to tell his little angel
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