people thrown together
like in a bus
and told to bond.
It doesn’t mean they’re going to like you
about your well being.
There is something wrong with you.
You should never wear that, it’s ugly.
Your friends are losers.
Don’t tell a date you are hypoglycemic.
You are a hypochondriac.
You're just like your father.
You are a basket-case, no one will ever want you.
I get that
my family doesn’t like me. I
are interested in Fancy.
meaningless my health
and my kindness
But my father’s
eyes grew bright when I was in the room and
and he’d ask what I thought about this and that
and said, "We are the same, remember that.
You have my blood. We are the same.”
You are just like your father. (snicker)
and I didn’t realize until now just how
valuable that is.
I am my father's daughter.
I know how to love in
a way you never have.
even if your clothes don’t match
and you are awkward and scared.
I know what family is.
I know what it’s like to have nothing yet
feel like I have everything. Because he loved me like that.
I didn't have to do anything or be anyone else.
My father is gone
and I am left with family that doesn’t think much of me.
Who sneer at
the little nobody.
Roll their eyes behind my back.
I am meek.
But this is my power.
Blessed are the gentle, daddy,
for you and I