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June 13, 2010
By GinaL-N PLATINUM, Maywood, New Jersey
GinaL-N PLATINUM, Maywood, New Jersey
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Tell me what color my eyes are.
You've missed out on a hell of a girl
As your blood, she is ashamed
Swinging on a fraying rope
Trying to drop her name

If a man is not known
A man cannot be missed
Except by the girl
Whom he never kissed

Letter torn open, blurred up to “sincerely”
Something you'll never be,
This girl is musing her half-empty heart
As her rope cascades from the tree

Vati, Papá, Daidí, Daddy
Names you'll never inherit
Before she hits the ground she swears,
She'll try to grin and bear it

Her strength is infallible,
“Can't know what's not had”
You weren't her first words
You won't be her last.

Father is a teacher, teacher is a man
Former nor latter is you;
Girl is she, she is me, I am her.
Tell me what color my eyes are.



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Debbie1 SILVER said...
on Apr. 29 2011 at 11:00 pm
Debbie1 SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"As long as there is life, there is hope."

I LOVE this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Great!!!!

on Mar. 30 2011 at 3:50 pm
ZebraWithoutStripes ELITE, Blue Springs, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
To make a difference in the world, you have to be different from the world.

this is so beautiful but sad. it made me feel what i think you felt.

on Mar. 30 2011 at 8:56 am
gonia5130 BRONZE, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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I think that this poem is very beautiful and shows your feelings about your father and tells us how much stronger you are by knowing what to expect of him.


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