Oratory On Paper

Dear Daddy

Part I

I welcome the slap of your hand

I embrace the insults you spit

I praise the lies you tell

and hope to God it quits

I smile at your fist

I grovel before your feet

I respect the hate I get

in hope I don't get beat

I thank you for the pain

I let you treat me crappy

I accept the hits and kicks

just to make you happy

Part II

I'm sorry I can't be your perfect little baby, but could you love me maybe?

I'm sorry I can't be your prize after all those lies.

I'm sorry I made Mommy leave. Now I watch you grieve.

I'm sorry I'm dead weight. I know I deserve your hate.

I'm sorry I'm not like her. I'm not the one you prefer.

I'm sorry for my sins. My story comes to fin.