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Daughterless Fathers


Daughterless Fathers

“Daughterless Fathers”

I’m here, but where are you? During all of my needy times… Where were you? Your money is needed, but your love will do… All I’m asking is, Where are you?

I can handle my own responsibilities, but at least be there to say babygirl good work, walk me down the isle and watch me say I do… Rather, I’m insecure with low self esteem, because I’m not given the proper attention that I deserve from you…

I deserve to have a father, a male figure that’s really there only for my protection… I’ve tried, but I’ve mostly cried, because all I receive is neglection… You are my reason for breathing, but to you I’m just your semen…

The times you should be staying, be the times that you’re leaving… So I ask myself is it me… Is it you… My loneliness leads me to answer myself, on top of the fact that I’m already confused… I only feel used, although I’m here collecting dust on your shelf, my heart is still bruised, so many questions, I need to get things off of my chest, my personal lies feels true…

When men asks, I easily say yes, now I’m placed in the blame for my shame, you’re making it hard for me to be my best, when I should feel blessed, instead you’ve cursed me to not trust, and sleep without rest, I’m unworthy to be wed, I’ve repeated the cycle myself, there’s no king in my nest… Now all me and my daughter wants to hear from our fathers is you’re beautiful, I love you & I’m here for you when you need me. Will we…???

A: Poetic Thought By: Marvel

“Daughterless Fathers” Is A Poetic Thought by: Marvel Saffold © Copyright Marlevous Thoughts 2013, All Rights Reserved.

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I'm Marvel Saffold, I'm a Witblogger out of Riviera Beach, FL. I'm also a Rapper, many years ago I wasn't aware of the power of literature. Specially my literature, until I started exploiting writing in different format--from music to poetry. Having made that transition--I even surprised myself many of times. The real kicker is I tasted the power prior--in the 9th Grade. I will forever love Ms. Saunders, my English Teacher at William T. Dwyer; because it was then, in her Class that I started mastering writing literature. Years later I'm finally realizing how much of an influence Her Class had in my writing process even in music. I found myself using all that I've learned from Ms. Saunders. I love writing no matter what it is.

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