Dear Daddy Poem by Roshana Phillips

Daddy said I'm a pretty girl,
The cutiest baby without no doubts;
And that he'll never have me round about.
Showering me with gifts,
As little and cute.
Today all he does is use his fist;
Beating me as his little Bitch.

Daddy you said,
I'm ungrateful,
Not seeing anything in me that's faithful.
Now my life is on a pull,
As I search for what I'm now convinced,
His love, to me, he'll never give.

Daddy you'd said I'm your child
But how you treat me as the bad step-child
As though I'm rotten and spoil
Forgetting you in your hunting nights
We all would have toil.

You said I'll never make it
That I've got to stop fake it
If you are not in it
Then I will never make it.

You said I'm like my mother
But I know like her
There is just no other
She was the only one
That could have stand up
Stand up to your knock
Even though many nights her heart
It would have struck.

No other words
Would have impact me
Than to hear you constantly
Defile and belittle me

Daddy if i had a choice
Here I would have not ask to be
The daughter who
You solemnly leaves to weep.

But all I can say
Is that your debts be pay
To live or die
I no longer care
Because being your child
It's causing me so much pain.