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YELLOW BAG

Is there something you want to tell me?

for hours and hours your eyes
mirror doubts and resentments
but let it be... let it be...
I    truly   do   not  care....

I am his daughter
I am all he has
With a vow to buy the yellow bag
In a car park, he work and work so hard..
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Outside a store,
Our eyes goofy wide
As the yellow bag
Gone and bought by someone
My daddy beg but the man who bought
Seem deaf to my daddy's plea
Rather stop for a talk
He pushed hard my daddy's chest
While his wife beat my daddy on his head
Me and the little girl having the yellow bag weep.
But I wept more for I'm seeing daddy
Hurt. Speechless. Helpless.
We went home crying 
I hugged my daddy telling him
It's okey if no yellow bag
As long as we are together it's enough

He loves me that much 
That when the same little girl
Came and told him
She knows where to find another store selling yellow bag
My daddy go! 
Excited that finally 
he will buy me that yellow bag.

She volunteered to help my daddy that day
But somehow the cold white dressed ground
Will be the culprit of my daddy's pointed crime
I am at home then 
waiting for daddy 
to come home
Alone, staring to the clock's running hands..
Waiting and waiting to somebody
who will care to knock on the door
and tell me, where my daddy is.
The next day, 
outside
The rain pouring hard 
Lots of camera clicking
My dad handcuffed by policemen
They are taking him away
That day, our built dreams 
are swept away...
I heard all the people shouting.
MY DADDY A BAD MAN..
My daddy whose only love is Me.
In the prison,
 they stomped, beat and accused him 
Again and again..
But he didn't fight back
He kept silent.
A riot broke in the prison
Almost a man was a struck with a knife 
If my daddy didn't come in between
He used himself as a shield
Again an inmate start a fire
My dad regardless of the warden's cruel acts
He run through saving his life
He save twice somebody's life
Yet, still some shout: MY DADDY A BAD MAN.
His death an axe to my heart
His co inmates and the warden filed petitions for my dad
Yet, on his trial the blind justice
Those REAL BAD MAN
Came to knock down my dad
Scaring and threatening him
Telling him lies that they too will kill me
As like his daughter found lifeless 
with my daddy before
If he denies the crime
Cause of his incapability
He was accused and abused
My poor angelic daddy
Forced to admit a crime
That never in years he could have done......
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I am his daughter 
seeking justice
alone and hurt,
yearning for my daddy
but ready to forgive-
only I want 
to clean my daddy's name.
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***Sponsor	Judy Konos
Contest Name	Is There Something You want to tell me 
~~Placed 2nd~~
O.E.Guillermo
Revised: 1:27 pm, July 06, 2015
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