This is a eulogy to the little girl I use to be. Waiting on the front porch step of the apartments  where that man bled his life out. You were late again today and from past experience I knew I wouldn't see you at all today , because just like clockwork you were always standing me up like a bad date. The funny thing is. Is that you were my biological father the one I kept trying so hard to be the daughter you wanted until I realized its a son you desired. You dropped me like a bad habit that you had no attachments too and the withdrawals never happened