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Ode to the Man Who Didn't Raise Me
Posted by Hannah, Feb 22. 139 views. ID = 637
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You who grabbed my mother's hand
You who asked her how you were doing
On my birth day
I hope you're doing okay
I hope you found
What you were looking for
I pray for you
I pray you found love
To last you through the long nights
I wonder if you have another daughter
I wonder if you have a daughter
To take my place
I was the daughter
That was me, the small girl
Trying to find you
How could you leave?
How could you leave me
My mother all alone?
You left us to live or to die
You left us to rise or to fall
On our faces in the dirt
We had no home
We had no roof to keep out the cold
That barraged us as we slept
Don't you wonder what I look like?
Don't you wonder what I like?
My hobbies, loves, fears, hopes, tears?
I don't believe that you care
I don't believe you care
How could you care if you have never been here?
I pray you're happy
I pray you're happy because I can't think about you
Or I wouldn't be praying for your happiness
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Comments
Mathax
Feb 22 | Is this true?
~Posted by Mathax, Feb 22 | 
Josiah T.
Feb 22 | Wow. Is this true?
~Posted by Josiah T., Feb 22 |
Hannah
Feb 22 | Yes, it is true.
~Posted by Hannah, Feb 22 |
Mathax
Feb 22 | Ouch.
~Posted by Mathax, Feb 22 |
Hannah
Feb 22 | You're telling me.
~Posted by Hannah, Feb 22 |
Mathax
Feb 23 | Yep.
~Posted by Mathax, Feb 23 |
Mathax
Feb 23 | You did edited this a lot.
~Posted by Mathax, Feb 23 |
Hannah
Feb 23 | That first draft was me writing down an idea. So it wasn't really a first draft...:) I actually didn't edit at all.
~Posted by Hannah, Feb 23 |
Mathax
Feb 23 | Ok.
~Posted by Mathax, Feb 23 |
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