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Poetry
Estrangement - Part II Little babygirl, born 3 weeks premature.So fragile with a cleft in her chin. Father freaking out, afraid she wouldn’t then be pretty enough. That’s what he first thought after she was brought into this world. Not how she just survived a traumatic birth, but rather how pretty would she be. Raced up and down the street grabbing and thumbing through magazines fast as he could. Desperately searching for a gorgeous woman with a cleft in her chin. He didn’t rest till he found one. For surely he couldn’t be doomed to have a daughter who wasn’t a pretty lil thing. From the very first breath It was all about him. Wonder how much he felt like shit When he wasn’t watching me when he Shoulda been and I fell right outta my highchair biting right through my bottom lip. Scarring my face for life. Silly me, probably didn’t phase him 1 bit. I nearly forgot, Nothing is ever his fault. Enough times circling the same Damn issues. I’ve vented a bit too much in all this And I finally see you’re nuts. Realize it or not, your playing some fucking game. Parents or not, You fuckers are beyond insane. Now I understand why When I was locked up The nurses would limit your visits Coaching me prior to your arrival Stressing I could bail out at anytime. Took me years to figure you out But now I understand the game plan. You’ve always wanted pieces of me That aren’t for you to take. But now that’s under my control and I can see. Sight from within sets one free. By Mara McWilliams Please note:
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