Just Listen!


Stop talking, just listen.
21 years of always being dissed.
You lecture me
The continuous lectures
Why?
You say I don’t care.
Yet, you tell me the same thing everyday
You love me. You are proud of me
How?
You can’t even tell me what means most to me
That is, if I asked.
You argue with me
The arguments back and forth
Up and around
Trying to wrap my head around
The way you think sometimes.
All you care about is what your vision of me should be.
Strict? I thought that.
Mean? Well you tell me
Time and time again I explain
What is there more to understand.
You say grow up
Though you never let me speak my mind.
There is so many things I aim to say
Though you always shut me down
Time and time again
Through my torn and shattered eyes.
With these blood flown tears ties.
I swallow my frustration and hope that this subsides
Yet, you are all I have.
So just shut up now.
Just listen to me for once in your life
Listen to what I have to say
Stop. Just stop
I go inside out to trying to understand
Back and forth through this father, daughter whirlwind
Round and round with no point of direction
You always think you are better
Maybe you should just stop acting like you are always right
You aren’t right and is wrong most of time
Especially about me
You don’t even know me anymore.
Or possibly you never knew me at all.
Though you are still my dad
But how come I love you anyway?

Happy Father's Day

There is a unique bond of love, faith and understanding between a father and a child. For fathers all his children are equal, be it a son or a daughter. However, most of the time it been found that a father and daughter shares a special bonding. Daughters are always believed to be dads favorite. Fathers play an essential role in their daughter's lives. Many things are learned and many things are taught. Some of the most meaningful moments in a daughter's life are spent with her father. Father's Day is time when a daughter can thank her father for making her life a bed of roses or somewhat...lol..



Every day, every year, all my life,

I feel grateful you are my father.

Some fathers don't have time for their kids,

But for you I'm never a bother.



You always make the effort to listen and ignore when you don't want to hear it;

You're always there when I need it.

I get my knowlege from you.

I get my strength from you.

So yeah, I am a part of you even all those goofy parts.

You give me the knowledge of independence

and always work hard

So, for all the times everyone teased me for you being blind

They don't know the hard work behind you always taking care of me.

Yup, you taught me that too.

You accept my stupid mistakes

Give or take

Nothing has changed

You still have my back. Lol.



Dad, you are truly admired and adored,

And as your daughter, I hope that you know,

These sentiments fill me each day of the year,

Love you.

Happy Fathers Day!

Vision

With age
The youthful eye
Studied until identified.
No nomenclature ruptures
composure of a chalk-blue haze pausing
Now and then trembling all.
Wisdom continuing to grow.
Never a possible overload.
What I'm going to call fresh water.

Turning 21

I stand on the edge
Holding questions
It is just another age.
What is so important about being 21?

Legal to drink and buy drinks
So what, I don't drink.
Legal to gamble.
So what, I don't gamble.

So tell me, what is so special about it
About turning 21.
I get no special prize
Nor a decent surprise.

At 21, I will still be able to do
All the same things I have been doing.
Nothing will or has changed
Or maybe I wish to start brand new.

In my mind, I still want to achieve the same goals
My same dreams and ambitions.
Still looking to fill these gaps and holes
But the same person from the inside and out.

Turning 21, being 21.
What is the big deal?
I would be the same as if I was turning 31
With more wisdom.

I listen to what is around me.
I hear what is being said
But in this day and age.
There is truly nothing special about being 21.

I will continue to be who I am.
Comtine to give to others.
Continue to gain wisdom
And never let go of my dreams.
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