I was having a discussion with my mom today about who should walk me down the aisle in my upcoming wedding. Should it be my biological father, or my step-father? Me, I’m not particularly crazy about either option. The situation reminded me of a poem I wrote back in 2013, so now I’m going to share it with you guys! If you have experienced a similar situation as me, maybe my poem will let you know that you’re not alone, and that they [your dad] missed out on an amazing opportunity to truly love you!
As a young girl I don’t remember having a daddy with open arms,
awaiting me to return, because in his arms is where I felt at home.
I get a reminder everyday when I look into the mirror that he couldn’t deny me
based off of my physically features, but he chose to deny and deprive me of a love
only my daddy could give me.
I’ve never had a daddy-daughter dance,
or shared a moment with my daddy that I’d want to repeat again.
I don’t look forward to my daddy walking me down the isle on my wedding day,
instead I dream of the day my mother will give me away.
They say your daddy is the first man you love,
and I wish it weren’t true.
The feeling of loving my daddy and not feeling it in return
has deteriorated pieces of my heart that’ll never return.
I have never been the apple of my daddy’s eye, yet that’s all I ever wanted to be.
I wanted to be my daddy’s little girl, but God didn’t have that in His plans for me.
I have to believe there’s a reason why I’m the girl with daddy issues..