For the Girls Like Me

Yesterday in a bar, a boy asked me if I had a good relationship with my father His question caught me off guard and before I could respond his voice cut through my own thought process He interrupted me, laughed and said “daddy issues?" My so called daddy issues stem from a man who never earned that title. Society paints this phrase with a dirty brush, telling men to seek out these women because to them they are not full women They are broken. And broken women make for the best hunt Easy to catch, and always searching for affection. This is for all the the girls who have been abandoned by their own blood line Who have been beaten by their own blood line Who have been sexually assaulted by their own blood line This is for us For the second… 3rd… and 4th glances behind my back, making sure that I’m not being followed. For my obsessive habit of locking and yanking and locking and yanking and yanking and yanking my bedroom door to be positive no one can get in. For the fact that you are out there somewhere, a free man while I am forever shackled to the memory of your face, your voice, your touch For the hours and hours of therapy coaxing me to unlock those memories and let it all out, while my insides scream keep it down, bury it deep, don't think about, don't talk about. Because if you talk about it, its real. For questions like why me? and how many others? I’ll never get the answers too. For my unborn little girl I’m afraid i'll never meet, because the thought of giving myself completely to another person is the most terrifying thing I can think of. For the little girl I never got to be