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From His Point of view

tessieJanuary 15, 2021February 1, 2021Long reads, Poetry

In the eyes of my father,
I am a mist that appears for a little while and vanishes. My dreams are to see my mother’s prayers manifest and to be the libaration of my kin. To arise with them in the power of the trinity.
I am a figure and hope for the future, I am father’s daughter. My heart is as strong as the rib that formed me, I will never break. I can not give up.
My uniqueness is prestigious and royal. I am beautiful.
I am queen, fearless and independent. I walk with my head high because I know who my father says I am.
You may think that I do not deserve it but Love says otherwise. I did not have to pay for my identity, it is mine. It can not be taken away from me.

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