the december colored girl // original poetry and essays

30 | daddy

as i sit here at the kitchen table

and you've already stormed away

leaving me here to wallow

in angry words and bitter glances

i can't help but wonder

how could i love you so much

and be so angry at you

At the same time

but i know that tonight is at an end

and the sun will rise

and we will try again

because Daddy

even though I'm almost always sad

i stay alive

for mama

for you.

🗝️🗝️🗝️

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