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Tuesday, April 13 2010 @ 10:41 AM CDT Contributed by: TheNegroQueen Views:: 830
You weren't there for me, you didn't care for me. You didn't hug me, you
didn't love me. You didn't provide for me, you didn't need me. Why on earth did you seed me?
You never bounced me on your knee,
you never told me I was a Queen.
You never lifted me in the air,
your self you would not share.
No security, no affection. No adoration, no protection.
The hole in my heart never stops growing, because the love of a
Daddy, I'm still not knowing. "Daddy loves his girls", I was always told. Now I'm suppose to believe that I am too damn old. To still need the love that I didn't receive as a child.
When the need in me as a child still runs wild.
No, I don't hate you but I do not love
you. Not like a girl should love her daddy.
How can I love what I never had, pretend
to be happy when I'm really sad. The past is the past and that I should forgive. When not even a little bit of regret do you show. You act as if I should smile and just act as if I know.
But all I know is that love you never show. My father you may be, my daddy I'll never know. The man I see only cares for himself. Never reaching out to nourish or help anyone else. This is a fact that will probably never change. So I'll continue to live in this world, as a fatherless daddy's girl.
Authored by: SAMIA on
Thursday, April 22 2010 @ 02:26 PM CDT
This really hit home with me and described in perfection about what I feel towards my dad. i wrote a poem for my dad called' I am What I am". I wonder what goes through my dad head when he thinks of me. It hurts that he can live his life without me and I am his daughter, funny I take after him alot, or so my mom says. Thats why when I see men on the street with their kids and they are struggling, I congratulate them because that is very rare in our community.
Authored by: TheNegroQueen on
Thursday, April 22 2010 @ 02:35 PM CDT
Thanks Samia, I know, I have felt the same way. I wrote this poem about ten years ago and it was the beginning of healing for me. It allowed me to let go of what should have been and accept things as they were.
Authored by: staristhevoice on
Friday, October 29 2010 @ 12:14 PM CDT
I worte a poem almost simlar to this one about 3 years ago in this poem i can feel your emotions because it is something i can relate to...know that writing is thepry and it helps heal wounds, your pain n feelings are relateable u r not alone...respect..
Star* is the voice