T_M_SO?My endless stream of short passages

Love...? Dad

In a generation where promiscuity is worn like the skin on our flesh.
Where that foolish girl will open her legs for whoever comes next.
She hopes to hold onto this lost empty comfort she calls love, when actually she is just a vessel and used as a drug.
Young girl, love doesn't hurt you, it doesn't take your dignity away and shame you.
Living within a world full of facades and broken faces, I wonder what your father ever taught you about love and affection.
"Respect yourself honey," is what he would say, shower you with the world, but not in that way.
He would share with you his wisdom, his warmth and his love, and hold you tight and tell you to never give up
You would never have to cry alone at night, because you know, just "dad I need you" and he'd wrap his arms around you tight.
You see, that empty space you feel would disappear, and you'd tell your parasites what they need to hear.
You see dad is meant to be you first love, but but the reality of this world is, he's the one who messes you up.
That girl on the corner, the princess in your class, the pastors daughter, the girl who never shuts up, the friendly virgin, the chapel nun, your aunt, your mother, maybe even yourself?
Why didn't he listen? Why didn't he care? Where is my love dad.. your heart aches in despair.
He could have left you, he could have hurt you, or never tried to make it work.
A RELATIONSHIP dad, thats all she ever needed, but your strictness or your meanness left her all defeated.
Now your girl is alone wearing promiscuity for skin, with the abusers around her, and you're the one who let them in.
It could be mental, it could be physical, it could be set deep from within but you set that trigger and let the demons climb in.
Todays father please listen clear, love your baby girl dearly.
Don't care about tradition or leadership, what happened to love's meaning?
And for those of you who run and take off, you were man enough to do it so stand and shape up.
That baby girl that you just left behind, could be emotionally scarred for the rest of her life.