“I wrote this poem for my father. I recently saw him after about 10 years of absence and he did nothing but glare at me. I thought maybe now that I am 22 years old he would make an effort to get to know me. I guess I was wrong.” —Lasca Nuala Reed
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I stand for everything you despise
An unholy bond between two
I can see the anger and pain in your eyes
But there’s nothing I can do.
I never asked you to give me life
Why do you blame me for your crime?
Your words stab me like a knife
I pray everyday to turn back time.
Maybe if I never came to be
Your life would have been great
I just wish you would look at me
For once without hate.
I have so much love to give you
If you would just let me in
I long to hear “I love you too”
so I can smile again.
Artwork: “Marsh Mallows” by Dame Laura Knight, 1914.