He does bad things but he's not a bad man.
They call him a sinner but he's looking like a saint.
People say my fathers a monster,
but he's just a man with poison in his veins and gold in his heart.
My name is his and his legacy is mine.
My name is Clarke Toviyyah Mushinski and I am my fathers' daughter.
People like to joke about daddy's girls and mamas boys but when it came to my younger brother Wallace and I, that's exactly how it was. He was the spitting image of my mother, in looks and how he acted, they were both vivacious, and carefree. It was hard to be down with them around. I, however, took after my father, a heart of gold with good intentions usually matched with bad actions and the mouth of a trucker.
When I was ten years old my father was sentenced to life without parole. They called him a murderer, but they had no proof, no real evidence other than his distrust for authorities and old charges of assault. He wouldn't talk, and they didn't care they looked like heroes in making him a monster he wasn't.
Growing up without a father is hard enough without the town hating him. It forces you to grow up fast in order to protect those you love. It changes you, people are mean, but teenagers. Teenagers are the real monsters. There vicious, bloodthirsty, their animals. I've always tried my best to stay out of trouble, to "kill them with kindness" but sometimes it's just not enough. Sometimes you have to fight fire with fists. sometimes you need to hand out some black eyes and fat lips.
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POISON & HONEY
Teen Fictionif someone is cruel to you because of your soft disposition and generosity, respond to their poison With equal parts sweet honey, equal parts dangerous ferocity Cover by the talented @January8th
