Daddies Little GirlA Poem by Ama May CooperThe words sting Like poisoned venom Acidic use of language A horrible use of phrasing By biological force joined only To that accursed soul Hatred despite the blood line No bond strong enough for tarnished memories Daddies little girl Resenting her very birth Tainted by a worthless entity In all your empty victories I will not walk in your shadow May your footsteps cover over Unwalked, and untarnished forever Cursed to have your blood in my veins No affection for you lies here Your remnants only in others words My whole essence shedding your wounds Erasing your scars from my childhood Daddies little girl Has spread her wings Your failed attempts to dose her flames Squandered by the untameable beast within I am not your spitting image I do not display similar characteristics Not a pawn in your great plan Not an individual to engage in your manipulative games. These figures of great importance Wise cracks with hidden bullets Just like her farther I demand a different heritage Let we not be distinguished by our previous ties Let us Severe this paternal love Tarnished with negligent tyranny I am cursed to remember your name Your spawn delegated to walk as yours Your mental deficiencies leaking through the seams Infected by the trauma’s of your memories Tormented by your existence Have you not bled enough destructive damage? Not laid enough parasitic eggs? Haunted the doorstep at uninhabitable hours for long enough? Created this sordid seed Daddies little girl The resistant copy Mentally tormented by the very same demons Errors of the mind inherited Followed by these ideas of you Swarmed with the spectre’s of an ill mind Why do you try to mend these gouges? I blame you for my own corruptions Curse you for my conception Littered with your resented features Those that came after Just the tale of your spectre Daddies little girl Your creation you etched into this world Passing on your imperfections Bruised and Battered by your own hand I am not a collection of your misfortunes Not a mistake you will ever have to account for These achievements are my own This elegant phoenix burned without you Healed of your burns I am not your predecessor Your hefty hand not a guide Left alone to wallow in your empty compassions I cast you off like a ship does a life boat Desperate to escape the icy clutches Fleeing a water saturated death There is no inkling to turn behind Daddies little girl A missing part of your collection The one that got away The one that scorned the memory of your name. © 2014 Ama May CooperReviews
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Added on July 21, 2012Last Updated on March 3, 2014 AuthorAma May CooperLondon, south west, United KingdomAboutName: Ama may cooper Current age(when joined):16 Sex: female Age now: 27 I am merely a being, treading softly on these foreign lands. I am no great individual, no wise king or beautiful temptres.. more..Writing
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