Father
For 19 years, 4 months and 3 days I waited
I waited for that feeling a girl gets when she can say…
That’s my daddy
That pride I’m supposed to get from parading you around my friends
Showing you off and knowing that you’re the best and no else’s dad can surpass
19 years, 4 months and 3 days I’ve cried
I’ve cried because the moments when I needed a man in my life
I had to be reduced to finding just any man
I’m still waiting for the threats that you’re going to give to the guy who dares to court me
I want to cuddle in your arms and tell you how I have been hurt so many times
How I have let myself be used and played, and toyed and mistreated by
A man, a man who I thought would be enough, just enough to fill that void left by you
Everyday I wish that you would understand my distance from you
I wish that you knew how much I love you
But I can’t bring myself to say these words because I’m afraid that too much time has passed
I’m afraid that we will never be able to have the relationship I seek
I want you to treat me like the daughter I want to be
And know that material things will suffice not
I try to forgive, forget and move on hoping that we can start from this point on.
But I cant.
The pain I felt for so many years disables me from moving forward
I blame you for not being there when I was hurt.
I blame you for not being there to protect me from the times when I was subjected to be less than I was.
How can I forgive you for that?
I want you to hug me and hold me so tight that I know you mean it.
I want you to hold me so close that I know you wont ever leave me or walk out of my life.
I want to believe that you are here to stay but no man has ever stayed in my life and I fear you will walk back out.
I wish you could hear what I have to say
I wish you could hear what I feel and see the fears I have.
I wish you could be here to soothe my fears and tell me all is going to be ok.
I want you to understand that I want you to be daddy and not just father.
I want you to hear me.
Daddy do you hear me and will you listen?
For 19 years, 4 months and 3 days I waited
I waited for that feeling a girl gets when she can say…
That’s my daddy
That pride I’m supposed to get from parading you around my friends
Showing you off and knowing that you’re the best and no else’s dad can surpass
19 years, 4 months and 3 days I’ve cried
I’ve cried because the moments when I needed a man in my life
I had to be reduced to finding just any man
I’m still waiting for the threats that you’re going to give to the guy who dares to court me
I want to cuddle in your arms and tell you how I have been hurt so many times
How I have let myself be used and played, and toyed and mistreated by
A man, a man who I thought would be enough, just enough to fill that void left by you
Everyday I wish that you would understand my distance from you
I wish that you knew how much I love you
But I can’t bring myself to say these words because I’m afraid that too much time has passed
I’m afraid that we will never be able to have the relationship I seek
I want you to treat me like the daughter I want to be
And know that material things will suffice not
I try to forgive, forget and move on hoping that we can start from this point on.
But I cant.
The pain I felt for so many years disables me from moving forward
I blame you for not being there when I was hurt.
I blame you for not being there to protect me from the times when I was subjected to be less than I was.
How can I forgive you for that?
I want you to hug me and hold me so tight that I know you mean it.
I want you to hold me so close that I know you wont ever leave me or walk out of my life.
I want to believe that you are here to stay but no man has ever stayed in my life and I fear you will walk back out.
I wish you could hear what I have to say
I wish you could hear what I feel and see the fears I have.
I wish you could be here to soothe my fears and tell me all is going to be ok.
I want you to understand that I want you to be daddy and not just father.
I want you to hear me.
Daddy do you hear me and will you listen?
MonaLisa




