Should be forgiven Part 1
The bi-weekly child support checks don't help my broken spirit,fathermy smashed heartthe unanswered questions of endlessness the birthdaysand after school programsfather missed whythat I search for my existence in the worldOf my two sisters I have the honorto be identical to fatherWhen I was younger I would stare at the molefather had below his cheek...my eyebrows lips and...nose...just...like...fathereven my last namejust like fatherPoor mamahas give birth to a forlorn child in confusionand this leads to resentment between me and mamashowdown me and mamaterrible nights of debatesteenage lusts, being a boy-crazed girl-- fantasythat is where father was to come inI would have loved for him to ask my dates a million questionsand threaten that date in the same breath to have me home in a decent hourto be the first impression of manhoodmaybe the heart shaped bruises from my former boyfriend would have never existedmaybe the thought of ugliness would but the platform is emptyWinter, nights, the frozen skies flooded with starsonly I weepingfew sounds are heard~ Written November 23rd, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 02:42 AM PST 0 • 1
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"The bi-weekly child support checks don't help my broken spirit,fathermy smashed heartthe unanswered questions of endlessness the birthdaysand after school programsfather missed whythat I search for my existence in the worldOf my two sisters I have the honorto be identical to fatherWhen I was younger I would stare at the molefather had below his cheek...my eyebrows lips and...nose...just...like...fathereven my last namejust like fatherPoor mamahas give birth to a forlorn child in confusionand this leads to resentment between me and mamashowdown me and mamaterrible nights of debatesteenage lusts, being a boy-crazed girl-- fantasythat is where father was to come inI would have loved for him to ask my dates a million questionsand threaten that date in the same breath to have me home in a decent hourto be the first impression of manhoodmaybe the heart shaped bruises from my former boyfriend would have never existedmaybe the thought of ugliness would but the platform is emptyWinter, nights, the frozen skies flooded with starsonly I weepingfew sounds are heard~..."