When anger clouds your eyes,
And your heart fills with rage,
Unable to hold back
The hurt inside;
When you lose control
Of your inner storm,
Expelling evil
On those around you;
When I feel your blows
Against my body,
Fierce and desperate,
Like a trapped animal,
I know you don’t want
To be this way–
I know you don’t want
To hurt anyone
But I also know
That I would rather take
One thousand blows
Than see you hurt
And I would take
One thousand more
To keep you safe
From him.
I never got to teach you Maths,
Or English, or to drive.
I never got to pick you up
From school when you were five.
I missed all the nativities,
Where your angel wings unfurl.
And never had the chance
To call you "Daddy's little girl".
I never took you to the zoo,
Or gave you piggy-backs.
Or helped you to appreciate
The world of QI facts
I never helped you through the painful
Years that girls go through.
Nor did I get to be the one
That came to your rescue.
Despite me missing all these things
You turned out pretty good.
And I love you to the moon and back
Just like a daddy should.
The evil stepmother, hostile attitude
Spiders feed their children with their own blood
She hated her stepdaughter, who was lovely and caring
Love does not flow through breast milk or blood
Dreams were shattered
The prince was getting married, everyone was invited
Stepdaughter was put to work, poor thing
We all remember how this ended
- the sweetness of a budding love
A fairy with a magic wand
a prom dress and glass shoes ... "swish"
I was prancing toward the bottom of the weirdest ugliest well of life
Demons had their arms out; I threw them my stepdaughter and my wife.
Lucifer took a bite out of my wife’s leg and threw her back to me.
They kept her awful daughter, so that was a win you see.
You are a loser someone yelled. My mother has called me worse.
Lost wallet and car, and my grandmother’s favorite gaudy purse.
I lost my house, but I found some good people on the street.
They offered me pork and beans, and one of them was sweet.
We griped and told our woes, until the evening alley fire was gone.
No fairy godmother, no spells, no glass slippers, and no wand.
In the daylight, things looked bleak, and I felt ugly, tired, old and thin.
But we homeless had a gigantic party, that night and I felt whole again.
You have never called me step
I have always been your daughter
No one ever thought of me as a step in your family
Even though my mother married Daddy when I was two
I have always belonged to all of you
Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle Petey
I forgot I was a step until some weirdo mentioned it
No one in our family because you would have never allowed that
I have always been your daughter, and you have always been Daddy.
I do not remember the first day I met you, for I have known you forever
We are as close as any daughter and Daddy could ever be.
I have no desire to meet my sperm donor; never think about him really.
You are the kind of man who understands family, who exudes love.
You are the kind of daddy every girl in the whole world would love to have.
I am so lucky that my sperm donor stepped out, and Mommy found you.
You are my real Daddy, Daddy. Always have been and always will be. I love you!
I want my 2-year-old to laugh.
I want my stepdaughter to do the dishes.
I want someone else to renew my expired tabs.
I want a new belt,
Maybe new pants.
I want my 3-year-old to do a better job of solving her own problems.
I want to hear my wife laugh.
I want sliced pastrami in the “fridger.”
I want my 2-year-old to call the fridge a “fridger” for the rest of his life.
I want to make more money.
I want more time to write.
I want to take my 5-year-old to Hawaii.
I want the New Orleans Saints to win the Super Bowl.
I want peace on Earth.
I want glasses that don’t smudge.
But what do I need?
I need a little more coffee.
A man drives a truck and his wife's a nurse
He knows it won't be long 'til he's in that hearse
He's middle age now but he's pickin' up speed
He wonders when and how will he be freed
Thinks he's lived his life playin' by the rules
Doin' what he learned in his churches and schools
Pays his mortgage and feeds his kids
But he's feelin' lately things have hit the skids
Lost his insurance and his wife moved out
Stepdaughter tried to kill herself
Chronic back pain and now he can't pay
For meds he needs to get through his day
Feels like his world has gone insane
Looks around for who to blame
Maybe it's the blacks or the Mexicans
Maybe it's Wall Street or the corporations
He knows in his heart that it 'aint them
They're all tryin' to make it just like him
He can't shake the thought of a bad faith deal
But hate don't seem to him the way to feel
He tries to think of how to get unstuck
Get back to where he could give a (EDIT)
So he sits on his porch and smokes a little weed
And wonders when and how will he be freed
March 4, 2017
my stepdaughter sings
embers of bonfire smolder
evening gathering
I put aside
All the hurt and pain,
And keep in mind
All the things I’ve gained.
I still remember
The good things too,
From all of the ex’s
I’ve been through.
Ex Number One
Was my first love,
He gave me such inner strength
That there’s nothing I’m afraid of.
From him also came
My special first born son,
And my first wonderful daughter
The second child born.
Ex Number Two
Emotional control came to me,
He also gave my children
The best grandparents ever to be.
He fathered my second son
A child so very wise,
And my last little baby girl
Who gets the eye from all the guys.
Ex Number Three
Gave me the dancing I still long for,
Will there ever be another
With such style and grace on the dance floor?
I even gained a stepdaughter
Who is as special as the rest,
She is also my friend
And I wish her all the best!
Ex Number Four
Was always thoughtful of me,
And he taught me that a handyman
Is something that I could even be.
He tried very much
To make me happy somehow,
He was a wonderful friend
And he’s still my pal.
Florence McMillian (Flo)
We are going on vacation today.
Leaving for nine days to play,
At least one of us is, I say.
Me, I have to do list on display.
I don’t mind it at all, you see.
To help someone out in degree,
I love to fix everything that is me.
A workaholic is really my plea.
I get to see stepdaughter that I adore.
While we go to many places, I am sure.
New sights, faces, visiting galore,
Different choices, scenes, are my cure.
Vacations are always way to short.
I would never be happy at a resort.
I enjoy giving by gallon or quart.
Fixing things will never be distort.
I never enjoyed vacations ever at all.
But to be with my loved ones, is a ball.
My working on vacation is a call.
Rest for me will be after my fall.
(I'm sorry to say that this is a true story.)
A man did something horrible when his stepdaughter wet the bed.
He beat her violently and sadly she'd soon be dead.
He beat her with his fists and even with a baseball bat.
She was only four years old, only a monster could do that.
Her mother just stood there and didn't even try to stop the attack.
That sweet little girl was murdered and nothing can bring her back.
That situation was very disturbing and it outraged me because it was so grim.
People were waiting outside of his house because they wanted to get their
hands on him.
The police arrived and put that animal under arrest.
During the four years that the girl lived, the world was truly blessed.