I remember when I was in third grade

I saw a girl wearing a shirt

Sparkly and pink with bubbles

The words "Daddy's girl it said".

I wondered what possible those words could mean

Why I was young and dint know

How that could be possible

My father was awfully mean to me.

I heard people had brithdays and they got presents

So I thought I ask for one

Got my hopes up high went and asked

But regretted awfully, the answer was such unpleasant.

I remember when i was in sixth grade

All of a sudden

My father planned a trip to visit God

"To ask for a son" my mother said.

Well my mom had a boy

And did he make my father happy

But i would look at the babty and wonder

How someone so tiny take away all our joy.

The apple of my father's eye became my brother

And when he got sick

My father would take him to the best hospital

While sick daughters took Tylenol and weeks they suffered.

I remember when I was in tenth grade

There was a friend of mine

Who though I was extrememly ungrateful

"Atleast you know what it's like to have a father" he said.

But was that true?

My whole entire life that question I have chased

Why is it that every penny spent on me in considered to be a waste?

Night after night I would stay up and wonder why

What is so special about the chromosome Y?

And my father, six figures he would make

Yet for college, I was forced to apply for financial aid

And every time I applied I would get rejected

Because why would a financially secure man's daughter get selected?

Now in this poem all I want you see

Maybe this scholarship could save more of my fathers money from being wasted on me