daughter

i wasn’t allowed to know my father
so i found a figure to take his place.
all because i was his fucking daughter
i didn’t get a saving grace.
I guess it’s really all my fault
because the man i chose to take his spot
immediately left me all alone
when he got a daughter of his own.
neglected calls,
forgotten birthdays,
rather stay home
than see me graduate.
he wonders why i don't talk anymore.
cant understand that i don't care anymore.
he lectures me like a little girl,
then wonders why i live in my own world.
I let my father be my father
and i let the figure be just a man.
Unfortunately, I'm still my mother's daughter
who doesn’t want to call either of them.

You can find the written poem on my blog. — This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app — Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/storiesbynoelle/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/storiesbynoelle/support

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