Looking back on the first day
you walked in class
a reflection of frustration could be felt from
your aura,
wondering how at the age of seven
could your life be filled with such heavy baggage
might be the lack of spiritual love
mentally being shoved in the face with hate
and no father to help erase
or relate such pain
no place to rest comfortably
despite your surroundings being filled by a family
broken,
would it even matter if
I could hand you peace in pieces
hold this ray of sunshine
to your eyes from mine
align our current timeline
so we’d have this father daughter connection
a blessing, that feels like a good dream
but you wake up to a curse
that has me watching you live a misconception
of family dynamics that
ride you home to address sorrow
questions that end in why
while being gifted empty promises
left with the short end of the stick
with the expectation of getting by
like everyone else
band aids don’t help to heal self
as I’m watching peripherally
cause when I do so directly
you react explosively to the pain
the shame that can be changed
as I extend a helping hand
in hopes you don’t turn away
if not today, maybe tomorrow
baby girl.
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