Not a premature baby But as tiny as a kitten Incubated for the first few hours of existence And told that might be dying.
Those mentioned before just added To the reasons you dislike me Aside from the fact that I'm a girl And you have always wanted a boy for your firstborn.
I remembered the line from the movie 'Noah' When Ila asked him why he spared the twins And he said,"I looked down at those two little girls and all I had in my heart was love." And wondered if you haven't seen that kind of love When you looked down on me.
'Cause you held me in your arms Without gentleness Like I'm not vulnerable Like I'm not from your own flesh and blood.
As I'm growing into my skin The more I crave for your attention For your affection But I got nothing.
And as the day passed by The more you made me feel how unwanted I am.
Krystal Marcelo *01/28/16
This is the first part of my "four-part" poem for my Dad. Just to burst this thoughts that right until now I never dare told him. I know that I'm not the only one who undergone this kind of situations so I hope you can relate to it. I hardly make it rhyme but I hope this gonna make sense...