When I was a little girl,
My daddy said he loved me,
But when he drank,
He would tell me to get the **** away,
And hit me and my brothers,
When I got a little older,
He stopped hitting me,
Especially at our weekend visits,
Because he knew I would tell,
But he still hit my brothers,
And later even my sisters,
But he talked down to me,
And always drank,
He said he loved me,
At the end of the day,
He'd even hold me when I slept,
Or give me medicine when I got sick,
But if he loved me,
And mommy,
And Boo,
And Bubba,
And Seren,
And Kiki........
He wouldn't change all the time,
And he wouldn't have hit us..
He treated us like property,
Like he owned us,
And everyone breaks their toys at one point,
Now,
Don't they?
You cannot love an object,
You cannot love your toys,
You cannot love your property,
I say I do not love him,
I say I want him gone,
But even though I see my step-dad as my father,
All I ever wanted was for my daddy to love me back,
To truly love me,
And treat us like family,
Not his objects,
Now,
I do not care,
I truly do not care,
I accept his existence,
I do not love him,
As my father,
But deep down,
I'll always love the good times,
The fake thought of his fatherhood,
But I love my step father,
I enjoy his existence,
He is my true
You cannot love your property....
cdh