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Abbie Victoria Apr 2019
I am a beast,
I am a begger,
Asif heaven and hell came together.
I am smooth,
I am sharp,
Pieced together, from different parts.
I am sincere,
I am a lier,
Ask a question, do not enquire.
I am weak,
I am strong,
When all is right, i am wrong.
I am justice,
I am corrupt
May this jinx, bring me luck.
I am absent,
I am immersed,
May this blessing be my curse.
I’m over here,
and now I’m there.
I love you dearly,
I do not care.
Abbie Victoria Apr 2019
They star star stared what I wrote,
PC and validation is A joke.
Sensor this, adjust that,
Can I speak,
from heart not fact ?
Bring us freedom of speech,
So we can learn,
and we can teach.
Allow me to say how I feel,
And feel what I say,
Then we can rejoice,
In A better day.
Abbie Victoria Apr 2019
I can not write a poem for you,
There is no words so sweet or true,
To do you justice I will fail,
Maybe when I’m old and frail,
I’ll find the words to articulate,
How you showed me love,
That changed my fate.
There was know you without me,
That once was so but now I see,
Your a gift of clarity.
So to you my daughter,
My forever one and only,
I give my life to you solely.
Abbie Victoria Apr 2019
Waste my time,
Warp my mind.
Selfish being,
You can’t redeem.
I hate you, so hate me too.
Do we agree?
It’s you, not me.
You should go,
And go alone.
Without you,
I’ll be brand new.

So long you say -
Until another day.
But you’ll be back,
That’s my fact.
Then the punch line,
For a thousandth time,
You still don’t see?
Bless your naivety.

You can’t go this alone,
For I am your very own.
It’s just you and me -
until the end.
Welcome back,
My only friend.
Abbie Victoria Apr 2019
I am transparent,
Can you see,
Whats black and white,
Is grey to me.
If ups were downs,
Then I’d be crowned.
Back to front,
and inside out,
Im going over,
A roundabout.
When right turns wrong,
And left goes right,
Hide at the back,
in plain sight.
Two steps forward,
three steps back,
F*ck I’ve gone and lost track.
Abbie Victoria Apr 2019
His words inspire when times turn sad.
His tone so gentle when motions mad.
You’ll take him for granted,
He’s unceasingly there,
I write down my thoughts,
Too convey how I care.
His advice will travel,
Down my descent line,
Those expressions bring comfort,
In despairing times.
He’s not consistently fair, nor eternally right,
His actions justified with insight.
I could go on, as there's more to say,
But short and sweet, is his way.

I am his daughter,
He is my Dad -
And thanks to him,
life’s not so bad.
Abbie Victoria Apr 2019
Fill me up,
and I will leak,
My pores cant hold,
what they seep.
A unfilled hole,
Down you go!
Don’t waste your time,
With the climb.
Sit in my void,
But don’t deploy.
Stay with me,
You are not free.
A hand, you say?
I’d rather stay.
It’s always night,
When you miss the light

— The End —