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Stanly
Contributed by
Daydreamer
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Saturday, 29th March 2003 @ 03:25:00 AM in AEST
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By the time I was four
I knew that everytime mom closed the door
You were always there to knock me to the floor
You never said you loved me unless mom was near
The dark didn't scare me like most kids, you were my true fear
The longest and worst nights were when you consumed beer
In my little mind you imbedded fears so deep
Many years after you left our home I still cried myself to sleep
You always made me feel like I had to earn my keep
You moved out when I was six
Leaving me to feel all guys were dicks
That all guys abused chicks for kicks
But still I loved you I still yearned for my dad
I felt I couldnt do right by you like I was bad
I still wanted my dad that I never had
I yearned to have someone be my superhero
I wanted you to be my masked Zorro
In my mind I never made you the villain but the hero
When I was eight
Barb was who started to date
I wanted pain to lie in your fate
I didnt understand why my friends dads cared
Even on television the dads cared
But to care you never dared
We cried every summer that we had to go see you
You wouldnt believe us about what Barb would do
She had you blind, you had no clue
She played you for the fool you are
You turned back to drinking and spent hours at the bar
Everyone knew you there, you were like a star
At age 16 you wanted me back
My family and you moved back
To the small town it all started at
But we won't be close cause you striked out more then 3 times at bat
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Re: Stanly
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by M on
Saturday, 29th March 2003 @ 07:34:36 AM AEST
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| I can sort of relate. My dad didn't hit me that much, it was mainly my mum, ever day until i was about 7. Its awful feeling like you do. Many of my poems are about not knowing whether i do love my dad after what he did, or whether i should. if you ever want to talk about it, i'l understand and am here to talk to. Love and hope, Emily. |
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Re: Stanly
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by Ilhar on
Saturday, 29th March 2003 @ 08:40:36 AM AEST
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My father was an alcoholic..he would beat my mom when drunk ...we would be beat if we tried to stop him..i understand..it can leave scars for a lifetime
Sharon |
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