Dear daddy, I know you love me,
I know the life I live is not what you would have wanted to see!
Mommy is gone,
I know you would have want me to be strong,
People are hurting me, this is wrong!
I miss you Daddy,
I wish you were here, to hold me and hug me,
Dear Daddy, I wonder how life would be if you’d still be here,
Would I still be living in fear?
Dear Daddy, auntie is not fair,
She hits me and pulls my hair,
I need love and care,
Daddy life without you is a nightmare,
Dear Daddy, father’s day is in June,
It’s not far; it will be here soon,
I wish I had you,
So that I could tell you that I still love you!
I don’t hate you for leaving me,
I don’t hate mommy for running away,
I just wish, I could have you for one whole day,
So by the swings we could play,
You’d read to me,
And before going to bed, hug and kiss me.

Ballerina Barbie
Twisted, bending back
Awkward posing
Woman-doll
You painted her in black
She used to float
A sun-stream ray
Stars lit up her eyes
You took advantage
Of her light
With prying nicks and barbs
Cuts and slaps
Tore at her heart
You slowly wore away
The shining brightness that she was
Bound her like a slave
Until she woke
One foggy night
Shaking like a leaf
Vulnerable, but strong inside
She knew she had to leave
She ran straight through the wispy fog
and turned the golden key
She turned and pushed and turned and pushed
The car would go nowhere
She looked into her rear view mirror
And saw you standing there
The metal cap held in your hands
A smirk upon your face
"You twisted, broken Barbie doll
Will never leave this place."

When he gazes at me,
I am a puddle that has melted
To the ground
For his stare is so intense
It could break even the strongest steel.

He tells me jokes every morning.
Just to see me smile
Just to make me laugh
Before we begin our days.

We have these deep conversations
That nobody else could get me to speak.
He knows that I keep myself held high
He knows that sometimes, I just need
To break.

He understands where I am coming from,
But he won’t always let me win.
He knows when his argument is valid.
Although he hates to fight,
He knows how to.

He holds me every night,
My hands close,
But my heart closer,
And whispers in my ear how much he loves me.
Not because he needs to.
Because he wants to.

I trust him.
And I don’t trust anybody.
He is completely honest with me,
Just as I am with him.
And for once,
Just this once,
I believe him.