In Search of a Father

again, another expression of feelings towards the lie lived of biology

The little girl within me still lives, though I'm considered an adult.
What he took, what you couldn't protect, is still shaken.
All the many conversations I held back from people,
The sense to tell someone was what I seemed to lack.
Even when I turned my back on myself, still...
I found myself looking, seeking, needing, wanting...
And no matter where I go, I still can't find what I'm looking for.
I'm in search of a father.
The man who will wrap his strong arms around me,
Tell me that things will be okk and he's gonna kill that mother-
Shhhhh...."Raven, you're a minister!" reminds my conscious.
But, it doesn't matter, I'm still human, right?
And no matter my title, no matter who people see me as.
I'm in search of a father.
The one who gave me life, bloodline, siblings.
The man who I should be able to trust with everything.
And every day that I'm in search of a father.
I now learn, he's been in search of his daughter.
-But, does he know he has a grandson?