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Rejection

My first

By Anissa MariePublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Rejection
Photo by Alex Iby on Unsplash

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.

heartbreak

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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