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looking into the mirror
As I look into

the mirror

I see my father eyes

starting straight back at me

the struggle of this life

riding throw the night

As he made another deal

taking another line

in the bathroom

my mouth numb

I have some of my father

traits

even though I wish

I did not

I am a hustler and gangsters daughter

the struggle took him away from me

as he was locked behind bars

I never got to know him

he was always putting me last

I stood beside him

as I knew the pain

he caused me

As I wished for a father

who would never

leave me

As I grew stronger

I knew I had

to leave that

life behind to make

a better me.

© Ashley Marie sizemore