/Portals/2/logos/__TFMF_nixh00z12fewas45b1pkp1ub_848c32c2-d99f-41f4-b726-be0ce25bdfab_0___Selected.jpg en-us Copyright 2008 - All Rights Reserved. Wed, 22 May 2013 00:35:13 GMT 15 By Courtney Britton
Because daddy wasn't there, I had to protect myself from the venom spitting girls On the playground that told me I wasn’t good enough. Because my hair had a frizz, a curl, and some naps. Because my butt was round, skin brown, and mind smart. Because Daddy wasn’t there, I craved attention from the time I was eight. Little boys that liked my shape Would try and spit their game. And I believed it all – because in my mind, they really did want only me They really did like me because I was ME, They really were prince charming. Over the years, it only got worse, because daddy wasn’t there. And when daddy wasn’t there, momma didn’t care. She didn’t care that her little girl struggled. Struggled with who she was, What she was supposed to say to those antagonizing girls, And those awful, lying boys. She didn’t care that it was her fault that I cried myself to sleep. She was the cause of many sleepless nights, She was the cause of my anger, frustration and sadness. They were the cause of my pain . ]]> Fri, 21 Oct 2011 17:06:26 GMT