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Her Story
Her Story...my story...my glory
She never knew him
heard about him
Or even if he exists
A woman's world was her all and bliss
Barbie dolls and pony-tails
Woman development tales
The half was not
A woman's plot was all she wholly knew.
At least that's all she thought she knew
Until she saw a dad at school
Confusion arise
A figure enterprise
Questions surfaces
Now she recognised his face.
Probed for a father
Knew only a mother
Mom had to brreak the news
That her birth dad was never around
She showed an immediate frown.
Happy to meet him this child...now a woman persued
But, no, she got knocked down
In her heart
Like a bad joke.
No- bad news.
He never cared
Even stared, at her
He never thought she would have grown to want to know
He pushed her away
Gave her an indirect
No-go.
It saddened her heart
To know that there was another part
of the her, her story
All she knew was mom, woman, sisters, girl:
A woman's glory.
The many attempts she made to mend a broken story
To love her dad
Destroyed her heart
Her soul became sad.
Cause he never cared, even spared time
At her home & heart
Truly he tore her apart.
So she dried her tears
Pushed away fears
And faced her reality
Claimed her sanity
Strengthened her family
And kept loving her life-giver-
Her mother
Forgot the sperm donor
And came out a winner.
(This is my story)
(c) Princessblack
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