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Hey there,
little girl,
yes you little girl,
stop crying,
stop lying,
I know you’re trying little girl.
You’re smarter that you think, t
hrow the sharp silver down the sink,
open your eyes, no more good-byes
you can fly, little girl.
You have a purpose
don’t be nervous,
you can work this, little girl.
Don’t let that boy corrupt your head,
with those derogative things he said,
he’s crazy,
don’t be lazy to tell him “NO!”,
little girl.
Don’t let those girls bully you,
crush them like dirt under your shoe,
you can do this,
I can prove it,
listen to me,
little girl.
And if your parents are quarreling,
close your eyes and start to sing.
In a minute it’ll be over
and they’ll be sober, little girl.
And if you’re parents don’t treat you right
and every time you’re in a fight,
count to three, close your eyes and let the music be your guide.
When you can’t sleep at nights and
deep inside you want to cry,
look to me,
I’ll be your friend and put your tiny head to bed.
Who am I?
I am hope, here to free your body, mind and soul.
Let me be your best friend.
Hey, guess what?
You’re beautiful little girl.
Dear Mama,
I miss you.
When will you come home?
You've gone far away,
Too far for me to find you,
Too far for me to follow.

You used to be there when I got home.
Sitting in your chair,
Asking who came through the door.
You were always there.

But now you've gone,
Far, far away.
Too far for me to find you,
Too far for me to follow.

I miss your great big laugh.
Even from across the room,
Too big to ever miss.
You were always happy.

But now you've gone,
Far, far away.
Too far for me to find you,
Too far for me to follow.

I miss helping you.
I used to know when you were hungry,
Sad, upset or thirsty.
I was there to support you.

But now you've left me.
Far, far behind you.
Too far for me to find you,
Too far for me to follow.

Dear Mama,

Why won't you answer me?

Don't you hear my cries?

Won't you wake up for your child?

Won't you wipe away her tears?
I crave a certain high,
the one I get
from the butterflies
that dance in
my stomach
whenever I see you.  
My parents warned me
about drugs on the street,
but never about the ones
with a heartbeat.
"Sometimes, the drugs you crave the most aren't drugs at all"
 Jun 2014 Cassidy Vautier
Remy
Dear Father,



You had me convinced
that I was simply
the misstep in a
carefully lain plan:

a variable in some
grand, cosmic equation
or just the marriage
of ***** and regret…

to you, I felt like
the sticky, black
afterthought at the edge
of an addiction.

You beat me to a
gangrenous tinge
or until the bruises turned
a darkly, black burn.

You rendered me broken, addled;
our “good times”,
became dusty , old yesteryear
I had read cover-to-cover;

memorized, then forgot them
in one quick, embittered glance.
And now, you've vanished, a feather
in a magician‘s cap:

a soluble secret
exposed to a single tear.
As always, I guess I’ll
just pretend to be your daughter,

…and you’ll pretend, in return, that
I was never born.



Sincerely,

Your mistake.
I wrote this for my dad. He walked out on me and my mother when I was seven. Sometimes I almost forget his picture or how he looked like. He was a cop and I remember one day I grabbed his gun when he wasn't looking and he slapped me. That was the first and last time he ever hit me. He's not a bad person but he acts like one. I don't hate him, I never did. You know? When you get that feeling of loving someone but at the same time you dislike him for something bad that he did? Well, that's how I feel about my father. Everyone with a heart forgives... I forgave him.
 May 2014 Cassidy Vautier
kylie
it was sunday night when you broke
the silence by asking me what i was
thinking about, and i admitted that
i was thinking about the rain before
leaning my cheek on my palm and
turning my head towards you, and
i asked you what you were thinking
about,

and it was quiet, and you unbuckled
your seatbelt and shifted your body
and admitted that you were thinking
about me, and when i leaned over the
console and placed my hands on your
neck; when you pressed your forehead
against mine without smiling; when we
just stared at each other and you silently
told me that maybe we really weren't
just friends,

i was thinking about you, too
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