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She will Resent You
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Vent Poems Nineteen years and growing up
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Nineteen years and growing old
And yet you're there with soul so cold
Maybe it isn't bad on your end
But to me, this is what happened
An infant, innocent to unknowns
Takes her first years on her own
When she cries for mommy
She cries for auntie
When she cries for daddy
She really wants grannie
Years past and she feigns her affection
For in the back of her head, it's all rejection
She never liked him, nor was she close
She hated her home and its ass of a host
She hated him near by
She hated him. Why?
She was never worthy enough
She was weak rather than tough
Her eyes welled up with tears
With every insult she hears
And when she runs and hides
He follows her with those cold eyes
Lifts up that hand
On her face it lands
Never a sorry, no, never
He spits on more on her
Regardless she's nineteen
Not a princess nor queen
But a lowly nothing
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Her hate starts to boil
And her mind starts to toil
He doesn't know this girl
Or the hell she's been in
The little glasses that she swirls
The vodka, the rum and the gin
She vowed to stay away
So she can pretend to be
Daddy's little girl and stay
Secret of who she
Is, has become, let out
Unleashed herself from him
Find what she is about
Instead of being that dim
Dumb child that he sees
She's tired of acting
And her rage agrees
Now there's no backing
Down. One can play the game
But two can do the same
~5/18/11
