Growing up I always wanted to be a daddy’s girl
like the ones in the books I always read
or the ones I would see in steakhouses with my mother
but he always cared more about what was on TV
and the deer that frolicked in the woods
and never knew anything about me.
He never said I love you
or told me happy birthday
or spent any time with me
When I was younger I tried hard
I went to woods with him
on his blue four-wheeler
But one day he just left me
without letting me come
when I tried to
And then it got worse
When the telemarketers called the house
and I saw him attack my sister
and much later the same thing occurred
over a plate of canned beans
but to me this time
And I realized I’d never be a Daddy’s girl.