To the Harris County 280th District Family Court
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Written two days before I'll not get to see what my 4 year old dresses up as for Halloween. Welcome to America where you're guilty until proven more guilty if you're a man in a custody battle against a woman willing to say anything to get her way. There's better than a 50% chance I'll end up going to prison tonight for posting this but it's worth it to put the world on notice - say anything you want about me, but don't say I'm violent and don't say I'm an unfit parent because you don't like something I said to you three years ago.
No saints amongst us write a father’s song,
He writes his own which claims no innocence,
As tones of sadness urge he move along,
His pen now takes the stand in his defense;
Atop the desk where sit respondent’s words,
Are pictures taken of his darling girls;
For them he’d fight an army full of swords,
And let none question love's resplendent pearls.
Though flawed imperfect flesh is worn as own,
And lonely eyes are often blind by mist,
He states emphatic that he’s never thrown,
Not once in life an angry violent fist.
May all now know forevermore this claim –
I’ll fight ‘til death for they that share my name.
Respectfully Submitted,
Phillip M. Garcia, Respondent
Father of Ava Elise Garcia
Father of Lily Belle Garcia
10/29/2016
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2016
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