Literature
A Poem for Dad
Daddy dearest, look at me.
When you do, what do you see?
Your four-year-old daughter, possibly?
Maybe you even see Mommy.
One thing's for sure, you don't see me,
All grown up at seventeen,
An adult already...didn't want to be.
But then, the last time I was a real kid was when I was three.
That was before you hurt my mommy,
Before you hit her, choked her, and made her bleed.
Before you hit her head off the porch and I had to see.
Before you taught me that life's not fair and will never be.
Now when I see you, I smile through gritted teeth.
I am an actress like none that has ever been.
You fall for it, and you decide you know me.
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