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You're my father by name and blood. Blood does not signify that it's thicker than water. You were never there in spirit and heart. You have killed my spirit.   
Today my life changed forever For the better I became a father to a beautiful daughter I come now to you my brother
Beady black eyes stare at the egg Dark-feathered wings ruffle in anticipation The tree is silent And the nest is cold. But the crow will wait.  
These are the baby teeth you forgot about the pieces of you that you don't remember  the sweetness of your innocence the roots of your upbringing  that passed by in rollerskates and scraped knees
revised from Daddy's Little Girl   I remember the little girl she used to be in her bright tutus and soft-footed slippers.
I remember the little girl she used to be in her bright tutus and soft-footed slippers. She would stand on my feet as we waltzed, which I couldn't do as well as I pretended.
The Unapologetic Address By Hannah Hattie McBean Ahem-Ahem-Ahem-Ahem Skin'n and grin'nGo on and skin that grin
A minuscule moment in a gargantuan globe, Not significant at all,  But the day my baby passed away,  I swear I saw the heavens fall.
Stuff went down this year. I got an associates, and became a mom!
Respect for your mother's wishes. Start off small while you're small, wash the dishes. A father would also be demanding of some respect. Simply do as he would expect.
Mother. a privilege bestowed upon a woman. Father; a privilege bestowed upon a man.  But some men and women see this as a burden. Abortions are rampant and fathers are absent. 
The winds of October have come, and blow off the calloused skin, flaking to fallen leaves of red,
Love or lust the line wears thin It slinks and curves its way beyond its medium Freedom! yells those tied by this thick bramble of vine like string Til lust and love becomes one  
Birth is characterized by the second, minute, hour, and year you were born Your parents admired your innocent face A blessing they would say as you were torn
It’s ok son, It’s ok You hurt yourself as you crawled here Let my embrace wash those tears away Let the warmth soothe you as I hold you near   Cry as you must do as you desire
When I have a baby boy,I will tell him every single daythat he is not the person society tells him he is;that he is intelligent;that he is capable of beautiful things;that he is worthy;
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