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Daddy's Girl
I
should have been a Daddy's Girl.
I was built for it
climbing trees,
skinning my knees
They say I favored you, with my
square jawline rich with Apache
and Blackfoot Indian blood running
through my veins
I even laugh like you some say
So strange to see my own reflection
and know that my
face is the only memory
I have of yours.
'cause every lil' girl needs her Daddy.
But there was no-one there to hold me
when I cried out in the night
from the hands of some other man
who didnt know me
but thought he owned me
Never were there any lessons that YOU showed me
other than how to dissapear.
You weren't there when Mama
found this ride called life too taxing
and got off the bus, just checked out
of my life
without even so much
as a goodbye
You weren't there ....and I waited patiently for you
prayed for you
in hopes that something would
remind you
that you still had flesh and blood upon this earth
something should have moved you
to reach out and want
to know me...like I wanted to know you
Something in your soul
should have caused a disturbance
in your personal atomosphere
let you hear me
call you
Daaaaddy!
But you never did,
and you have no idea
How I have struggled through this life
with all my baggage and mental strife
allowing myself to be mistreated and misused
all because I'm a grown-ass woman
with Daddy issues
with my baggage, and broken dreams
Hopscotching through relationships
like some mad scientist
relentlessly trying to find the formula
that would make the men I slept with
love me
like you should have
Always striving to please no matter
the cost
But my soul became too high a price to pay
I had to stop allowing myself to be misused
all over my broken dreams of you
Yeah ...
I should have been a Daddy's Girl
Instead...
I was just a girl
with no Daddy
So I walk away from your memory sadly
I guess you were never supposed
to walk me down the isle
or kiss
your first grandchild
and I quess I will never know
what it's like to have my first
dance on Daddy's toes
yeah I wonder...Daddy...even now
Do you ever think of me?
Do you have any idea
how much I wanted to be
My Daddy's Girl.
should have been a Daddy's Girl.
I was built for it
climbing trees,
skinning my knees
They say I favored you, with my
square jawline rich with Apache
and Blackfoot Indian blood running
through my veins
I even laugh like you some say
So strange to see my own reflection
and know that my
face is the only memory
I have of yours.
'cause every lil' girl needs her Daddy.
But there was no-one there to hold me
when I cried out in the night
from the hands of some other man
who didnt know me
but thought he owned me
Never were there any lessons that YOU showed me
other than how to dissapear.
You weren't there when Mama
found this ride called life too taxing
and got off the bus, just checked out
of my life
without even so much
as a goodbye
You weren't there ....and I waited patiently for you
prayed for you
in hopes that something would
remind you
that you still had flesh and blood upon this earth
something should have moved you
to reach out and want
to know me...like I wanted to know you
Something in your soul
should have caused a disturbance
in your personal atomosphere
let you hear me
call you
Daaaaddy!
But you never did,
and you have no idea
How I have struggled through this life
with all my baggage and mental strife
allowing myself to be mistreated and misused
all because I'm a grown-ass woman
with Daddy issues
with my baggage, and broken dreams
Hopscotching through relationships
like some mad scientist
relentlessly trying to find the formula
that would make the men I slept with
love me
like you should have
Always striving to please no matter
the cost
But my soul became too high a price to pay
I had to stop allowing myself to be misused
all over my broken dreams of you
Yeah ...
I should have been a Daddy's Girl
Instead...
I was just a girl
with no Daddy
So I walk away from your memory sadly
I guess you were never supposed
to walk me down the isle
or kiss
your first grandchild
and I quess I will never know
what it's like to have my first
dance on Daddy's toes
yeah I wonder...Daddy...even now
Do you ever think of me?
Do you have any idea
how much I wanted to be
My Daddy's Girl.
Published 24th Feb 2012
| Edited 25th Feb 2012
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24th Feb 2012 3:57pm
Could I perform this at my highschool talent show? My username to this website is NaturalGlistens1
25th Feb 2012 7:49pm
24th Feb 2012 3:57pm
24th Feb 2012 4:20pm
you got me in tears girl..i swear you look into me with your poems..love it
25th Feb 2012 7:55pm
Thank you Girl!! (smiling) I had to write this I have so much to share and if this touched you then my pain wasnt in vain!
24th Feb 2012 9:51pm
26th Feb 2012 00:10am
Thanku! I am learning how to become a more true writer,these poems I've been writing come from a place deep inside of me and I have never shared these things with anyone!... Thanks for the support!
Anonymous
24th Feb 2012 11:45pm
Because your poems flow so naturally they are easy and enjoyable to read, despite the darkness of their content. Your subtle rhymes and rhythms not only integrate them and ease that flow, they occasionally land little empahases, like scoring punches. You have a great touch at using simple images to evoke strong emotion, like the little girl dancing on her Daddy's toes here.
I'm offering an edit on mainly technical grounds (line length, line breaks, grammar, spelling etc.) Love your work. Red.
I
should have been a Daddy's Girl.
I was built for it
climbing trees,
skinning my knees
They say I favored you, with my
square jawline rich with Apache
and Blackfoot Indian blood running
through my veins
I even laugh like you some say
So strange to see my own reflection
and know that my
face is the only memory
I have of yours.
'cause every lil' girl needs her Daddy.
But there was no-one there to hold me
when I cried out in the night
from the hands of some other man
who didnt know me
but thought he owned me
Never were there any lessons that YOU showed me
other than how to dissapear.
You weren't there when Mama
found this ride called life too taxing
and got off the bus, just checked out
of my life
without even so much
as a goodbye
You weren't there ....and I waited patiently for you
prayed for you
in hopes that something would
remind you
that you still had flesh and blood upon this earth
something should have moved you
to reach out and want
to know me...like I wanted to know you
Something in your soul
should have caused a disturbance
in your personal atomosphere
let you hear me
call you
Daaaaddy!
But you never did,
and you have no idea
How I have struggled through this life
with all my baggage and mental strife
allowing myself to be mistreated and misused
all because I'm a grown-ass woman
with Daddy issues
with my baggage, and broken dreams
Hopscotching through relationships
like some mad scientist
relentlessly trying to find the formula
that would make the men I slept with
love me
like you should have
Always striving to please no matter
the cost
But my soul became too high a price to pay
I had to stop allowing myself to be misused
all over my broken dreams of you
Yeah ...
I should have been a Daddy's Girl
Instead...
I was just a girl
with no Daddy
So I walk away from your memory sadly
I guess you were never supposed
to walk me down the isle
or kiss
your first grandchild
and I quess I will never know
what it's like to have my first
dance on Daddy's toes
yeah I wonder...Daddy...even now
Do you ever think of me?
Do you have any idea
how much I wanted to be
My Daddy's Girl.
I'm offering an edit on mainly technical grounds (line length, line breaks, grammar, spelling etc.) Love your work. Red.
I
should have been a Daddy's Girl.
I was built for it
climbing trees,
skinning my knees
They say I favored you, with my
square jawline rich with Apache
and Blackfoot Indian blood running
through my veins
I even laugh like you some say
So strange to see my own reflection
and know that my
face is the only memory
I have of yours.
'cause every lil' girl needs her Daddy.
But there was no-one there to hold me
when I cried out in the night
from the hands of some other man
who didnt know me
but thought he owned me
Never were there any lessons that YOU showed me
other than how to dissapear.
You weren't there when Mama
found this ride called life too taxing
and got off the bus, just checked out
of my life
without even so much
as a goodbye
You weren't there ....and I waited patiently for you
prayed for you
in hopes that something would
remind you
that you still had flesh and blood upon this earth
something should have moved you
to reach out and want
to know me...like I wanted to know you
Something in your soul
should have caused a disturbance
in your personal atomosphere
let you hear me
call you
Daaaaddy!
But you never did,
and you have no idea
How I have struggled through this life
with all my baggage and mental strife
allowing myself to be mistreated and misused
all because I'm a grown-ass woman
with Daddy issues
with my baggage, and broken dreams
Hopscotching through relationships
like some mad scientist
relentlessly trying to find the formula
that would make the men I slept with
love me
like you should have
Always striving to please no matter
the cost
But my soul became too high a price to pay
I had to stop allowing myself to be misused
all over my broken dreams of you
Yeah ...
I should have been a Daddy's Girl
Instead...
I was just a girl
with no Daddy
So I walk away from your memory sadly
I guess you were never supposed
to walk me down the isle
or kiss
your first grandchild
and I quess I will never know
what it's like to have my first
dance on Daddy's toes
yeah I wonder...Daddy...even now
Do you ever think of me?
Do you have any idea
how much I wanted to be
My Daddy's Girl.
25th Feb 2012 7:53pm
As always! I Love your critique! and I always use what you teach me with line breaks and things I really want to get more educated in the area of technical writing.
Thankyou for yor support in my efforts to cleanse my soul of some of the harest times I have had in my life
Thankyou for yor support in my efforts to cleanse my soul of some of the harest times I have had in my life
