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Juanita Harris
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Your Daughter


Your daughter.

Our daughter.

Conceived in a love affair.

Your beautiful daughter

With the long eyelashes

And cornrows in her hair.




The one that you sometimes visit at my home

But won’t take to yours.

The daughter who cries to go with daddy

But you leave standing in the door.




The one that I had to meet you on the corner to pick up,

Because your other baby’s mama

Was makin’ a fuss.




I was coming from the hospital.

It was cold that night.

I took my baby girl with me,

But that shit wasn’t right.




The same daughter that you can’t take to your house,

Because you’re too worried

About hearing wifey’s mouth.

And you just can’t bring her by

Unannounced.

Only provide child support

In small amounts.




I guess

It’s so that bitch won’t notice,

But let me tell you this

About your daughter.

The little secret

That we both laid

Down and made,

And said proudly

That it was without regret.




She’s growing,

Our little girl.

Growing up so nice.

Soon she’ll be able to tell you

What’s missing in her life.




And it won’t be baking cookies,

Or someone there on school trips.

It won’t be someone to scold her

About that little hand on her hip.




She won’t be missing someone to give

Structure, love and care.

She’ll be missing her father

Because you weren’t there.




And I’m not telling you this

To make you feel bad or to point out your mistakes.

I just want you to step up

Before it’s too late.




She needs that sense of humor you have


To make her laugh

When she falls off her bike.

She needs you to be there to tell her that you love her

More than that boy she likes.




Just be there to put your arms around her and secure that father-daughter bond.

When you check your messages and see that she’s called

Pick up the phone and respond.




And tell that woman

That you love so much,

That your baby girl needs

Your love and your trust.




Tell her your daughter is your joy and your pride,

And that’s something

That you should have never had to hide.




Tell her, your girl needs her daddy

And her cries will no longer be ignored.

Tell her you are going to be there

To give your daughter

What she has always deserved before.




You’re going to give her

Love

Advice

Discipline

A shoulder to lean on.

A rock to hold her up.

A hug to cheer her when she is down.

Conversation that will be remembered even when she is grown.

A hand to hold,

And whatever molding she can’t get from her mother

You’ll be the other

Person she looks up to.

Without it seeming like she is a bother

You

Will give her

A father.




And when she grows

She won’t go

From man

To man

Looking for love in the wrong place,

Because you will have stepped in

Before it was too late.