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I want a daughter.
Not a solid, sports-loving son
With the football trophies or
Video game collection,
But a girl with a smile so wide and white,
You'd give up tomorrow for her.
I'm not one to care about the color of her hair,
I just hope I can see myself in her eyes.
It would be the greatest thing in the whole wide world
If her soul is the same shade as mine -
Gray.
Not too light, not too dark,
Perfect for a poet.
I know I ask for much,
But it's never enough when you dream,
You know what I mean?
I have this thing
For being able to see
Into the future.
I see handwritten lullabies
About a beautiful lie
Where people don't die,
They sprout wings and soar through the sky
Like they were born to fly.
I'll teach her to treat language
Like a beautiful lady.
Speak with compassion.
Others treat language
Like a slut, but
I want her to know the power
Of the spoken word,
And show her how incredible it is
To watch a deaf man slam.
But don't.
You.
Dare show disrespect
By twisting my dialect
Through your perverted intellect,
Like wishing for a daughter is another aspect
Of a desire for incest,
Because you are incorrect,
Stop being ignorant this instant,
I insist it,
Take that notion you set in motion and reject it,
It violates my drive to protect,
Hoping for a girl in the delivery room
Shouldn't be pornographic,
It should be something amazing.
You better accept it,
Because she will be a princess,
And I will be her guardian,
Riding beside her on galloping dreams.
I will defend her to the death,
I will shield her and wipe her tears
When buildings crumble
And mountains rumble
I'll whisper as the ground shakes,
"No honey, we have earthquakes
Because of tectonic plates,
Make no mistake.
There's no one in the sky
Who'd want to make you cry,
And that is why,
Baby,
I'm begging you to smile again."
You might think it is funny,
You probably call it cute,
But let me break it down for you.
I've got a little sister,
She drives me insane two different ways,
But, somehow I want to give everything I have
So she can be happy.
This kind of love I don't know if you can copy,
You copy?
Someday you'll probably
Be a daddy or mommy,
And then you'll know what it means,
To have something worth fighting for.
That is my purpose.
There is no other purpose,
I was born to be a shield.
My motives might be strange, true,
But,
There's nothing wrong with wanting to be someone's hero.
Especially a little girl with a gray soul,
Shining a smile so wide and white,
You'd give up tomorrow for her.
You'd give up tomorrow,
To live for today,
And to remember yesterday,
When others gave their tomorrows for you.
- by Poetic Progression |
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- | Submitted on 04/13/2010 |
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- Title: Daughter
- Artist: Poetic Progression
- Description: I spent a month writing, rewriting, rewriting, and rewriting this thing for an upcoming poetry slam this month. It really explains itself, just tell me what you think. I need constructive criticism.
- Date: 04/13/2010
- Tags: daughter tomorrow love
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- Etrikia - 04/17/2010
- this is a really good poem and i think you show a real voice in your writing
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