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Feb 2010
I sit there in my basment
And i wonder what i thought
How could i not know?
How could i not see it?
I stare at his picture
I look into his eyes
He was so good at lying
It was always kept from me
My mother didnt tell me
The terrible things he did
He told me "Your my favorite"
And i believed him
He was my daddy
My daddy didnt lie

I walk upstairs
And i curl up in the corner
I lay my bible in from of me
And I begin to read
I read and i cry
Because now i am not blind
I see through his lies
I hear my mother speak
About the things that he did
I know it is truth
I know of his abuse

I climb up to the second floor
Im holding my baby girl
I see my husband in front of me
Kissing my 5 yr old daughter goodnight
I smile at him and he smiles back
I lay my baby in her crib
She is finally asleep
I take my husband's hand
And we watch our daughters sleep
This is a facade. For those of you who dont know what a facade is, it is a poem of three stanzas, each pertaining to your life. First stanza is your past, the basement. Second stanza is your present, the first floor. And the last stanza is what you want your future to be, your second floor. I chose the title "Better" because i hope to be a better parent than my father.
Written by
Kiana Jackson
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