Daddy’s Little

Moving and changing,
living and shifting,
all around,
Father is gone now,
thankfully lost in divorce.
Staying with grandparents;
who introduced me to God
as His enemy.
Like father, like daughter.
Daddy’s little girl.
Or was it son?!
To them I am a demon instead,
a thing, a freak,
not even human,
just lost and confused
and damned at birth.

What I am NOT
is all I truly know:
not simple or fun,
not much of a child,
not out in the sun,
not left to the wild,
not worthy of friends,
not free in the world,
not, most assuredly, loved,
and with all my dying soul,
NOT daddy’s little…

 

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