little girl, you'll grow up, but the malice on your tongue will forever be the words of your father. / every time he opens his mouth, you think it's to shout. it's not. // what are memories of childhood if not quicksand? swallowing you whole.
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘shame is a girl’s second skin.’
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if you hold me without hurting me, you will be the first who ever did.
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Whenever I think of a better life
You always leave me behind
And I am finally able to smile
So I truly apologize
For dreaming of a better life
Without you by my side
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Sylvia Plath, Ariel; Daddy.
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I cried about my father for the first time yesterday—
Or, at least it felt like the first.
The way the sobs continued pouring from my chest felt like the only time I’d ever cried;
It felt like the only source of sadness in the world at the time, and I singlehandedly carried it all.
Well, it might as well have been the first time I cried for my father, because the shock was that of a newcomer:
Who else but a stranger could have expected anything different from my dad?
an original by me
^_^
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i always have a heavy heart
heavy heart and everyday hitting heavy ground
i like falling
falling till i see nothing
i see nothing and i still see everything
except you
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never wrote poems about my father
his face is blurry
not ready yet to feel his touch
so,
hi dad
i always wondered
why’d you chose her over me
you called me your princess,
remember?
i don’t need lessons
i need my daddy telling me he loves me
you’re not a man
just a boy dressing up as an adult
are you lost?
i won’t apologize
i try to think sometimes that you tried to do your best
i miss being a little girl
she has you now
i hope you’re happy
you were the first man in my life
still just a man after all
it’s in your nature.
do you think about me sometimes?
do you miss me?
no.
I remind you of my mother.
i can’t choose.
i am sorry,
i’ll disappear,
like a little mishap in your life.
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"Sylvia Plath Reads 'Daddy'"
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Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time——
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal
Daddy, by Sylvia Plath
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