Deception
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Sarah, be the bigger person Don’t let your frustration show He’s your one and only Dad Forgiveness, let this hatred go Yes, we hear he calls you names Says things we know are untrue You need to ignore that drama Don’t let it get the best of you Remember to be thankful For if it wasn’t for this life you’ve lived You wouldn’t
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Why are you so mean to us? The three children that are yours You’d sworn you’d be the best for us An impossible, boring chore Unless, you can make us work Earning our own keep Taking care of poor old you And your breaking back, you’d think You are only 34 years old You able-bodied manYou have the ability to work And pay
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Understanding the market Dad envisioned something more If we had extra kids again It could explode as it did before Welcome a brand new family With five children of their own Needing to make an impression We deep clean our tiny abode Desperate for real friends We are happy to oblige Allow us a bit of happiness We will peacefully stand by Two days
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His eyes met mineI glared inside Of his putrid soul That’d been caught This wasn’t a dream As real as could be Those damn snakes Were his hands on me Fuming, I hissed, “get away” Wanting to rip off his face Pains me to know he lives in Dad’s glow A perfect child who owns his embrace While I wrestle and write For a
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Laughing makes us free On this crisp October night Gathered round Mom’s birthday cake Giggling to her 37th candle’s delight Craving our grandparents warm hugs Their genuine love, support, and grace It’s unnecessary to impress them They love us no matter what we face Needing his in-laws validation He’s a good father, they need to knowHis kids are busy learning Not only selling
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Step one, gather your crew of kids Step two, teach them its ok to fib Step three, pack up their things and go Step four, leave them in front of grocery stores Step five, keep them stocked with goodsStep six, count the money, keeping the score And that’s it Don’t let people figure out what you do For if anyone
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The world is our stage We are born to make a scene Whether it is good or bad Simply follow in my lead Be sure you are well behaved Make them notice me and say What an amazing Dad you are Your children sit still and pray Always say, “Yes sir or ma’am” It must be obvious you see That being a part
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A place where imagination thrivesThoughts of what life could beVastly different from his childhoodFoster children made Dad see That helpfulness and wealthiness Could go hand in handSee how much we can balance On this tight rope with his clan Everything is going well Churchgoers sing our praises Seems our little show is thriving Dad adds to the playlist Adjusting his
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When I share these storiesTold from Mom’s point of view It’s often met with judgementSince it feels so far off cue Who would live this type of life?Why add children to the mix? Who would date a person that believes meth does the trick? It’s easy enough to judge someone Based on a tainted trackIt’s harder to look
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Dedicated to Dad Free me from this prison I’m a hostage within my mindLonging to know my father If only I knew, I’d be satisfied Mom, you hold all of your secrets Clutched against your breasts Before you inevitably leave me Please put this mystery to rest Amidst my life of misery Constant abuse and neglect I’ve found ways to forgive you To
Sarah Lopez 