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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required His black sheep Dark skinned, a chubby with brown eyes Hair so fluffy, as he wished it was blonde. Ugly to his eyes, even more pigchunky That even blows off my confidence I tried acting bubbly but her pain crushed my spirit I've been boiling an ocean, His critics as he keeps raising Leaving me in the cold His only daughter I am, I don't even understand how He throws me with a hatred blanket Managing to call me stupid in every silly mistakes I make And yet fail to recognize every good thing I make My existence he makes me question Literally he brings gloom to my room, But i try to bloom, For her sake yes Course she is the rose in my garden That she born me in her womb, does not pass her thought Unlike "he" whom I even feel like addressing as a sperm donor Course a father figure he failed in me I am my mother's favorite child and yet my father's worst daughter With reasons I don't know Only if I wasn't excelling at school perhaps, But, I am fortunately an A student And Among my peers I'm the brightest, And yes, I'm not an excellent athlete but I do best. Only if I deliver rotten potatoes at him perhaps, But I only clothe my words and actions with honor Hence, I'm still trying to wrap my head around the hatred, Course I see myself as a blessing, And it hurts how he treats me as a sin It is all depressing and now I'm confessing I'm up a creek without a paddle This is all toxic, and my mind is still processing How He constantly scold me for no reasons At all it makes no sense to me How he keeps playing snug as a bug in a rug Day after day, Season after season It seems he never want to bury the hatchet Im getting a blow off my steam And I keep wishing this was all a dream This is my naked pain And I feel suffocated Now show me yours, Show me your naked pain
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