I fell from the sky
into the womb of the mother,
Her young body carrying your bloodline
and still, my life not a priority.
My birth no miracle in your eyes,
Mere inconvenience for previously scheduled plans,
Disappointment in my gender, disapproval of my name
Hours after my first breath,
My father, my first rejection.
This gender, my sex, you did not want
found no value in having a girl.
You abandon duties as a father
because you cannot have the mother.
You continue to reject me, I am not your ideal.
Little girl, in curls not know why
when she calls her daddy he lies
can't see me today or tomorrow.
He doesn't care his absence causes sorrow
Not like he will come to see me tomorrow.
And as I grow I only know rejection,
placing my value in the eyes of those
I do not know.
My life above average after starting so low,
would it change if I had a father?
Taught from the start my value, my worth,
knowing you would catch me if I fall.
You being my father, my dad, my all
not my first rejection.
About the Creator
Anissa Marie
Budding freelance writer. Love the beauty in life and freedom with a sweet side of kink. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. You can reach me on Instagram @anissamarie2021


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