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Ode to the Man Who Didn't Raise Me

You who grabbed my mother's hand;
you who asked her how you were doing
on my birth day.

I hope you're doing okay;
I hope you found
what you were looking for

I pray for you;
I pray you found love
to last you through the long nights.

I wonder if you have another daughter;
I wonder if you have a daughter
to take my place.

I was the daughter;
That was me, the small girl,
trying to find you

How could you leave?
How could you leave me
and my mother all alone?

You left us to live or to die;
you left us to rise or to fall
on our faces in the dirt.

We had no home;
we had no roof to keep out the cold
that barraged us as we slept.

Don't you wonder what I look like?
Don't you wonder what I like?
My hobbies, loves, fears, hopes, tears?

I don't believe that you care;
I don't believe you care.
How could you if you have never been here?

I pray you're happy;
I pray you're happy because I can't think about you,
or I wouldn't be praying for your happiness.

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