The Perfect Daughter

Part 1

If it weren’t for this

pen and paper

I might’ve gone crazy.

No time for fun and games

yet to you,

I’m still lazy.

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I’m not saying I’m the

“golden child”,

but I’m not out there

like the other kids

doing wrong, acting wild.

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Trying to be

The Perfect Daughter.

All the while I’m playing

Mommy.

…

Changing diapers,

making bottles.

Never has it ever been

about

me.

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He’s too young to appreciate.

But it’s the least you can

do to just

stop and thank

me.

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And yet you still want to yell?

Ask him of his childhood.

I’m sure I ring a bell.

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For all the fussing,

all the crying,

all the fighting.

Handling all this while

I’m multiplying.

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Trying to be

The Perfect Daughter.

All the while I’m still playing

Mommy.

Part 2

I tell my friend,

“Man, I wish I could be you.

If I had good grades in your family,

my folks would be so proud of me too.”

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They’d say,

“Hey, straight A’s,

I wanna take you out for some ice cream.”

Those words would let my eyes water

and make my smile beam.

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And If I had a game,

I know for sure they’d be cheering my way.

Win or lose,

it doesn’t matter.

Their presence would still make my day.

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Now,

back to my world

where to them I have

no talent.

I’m not the “proper girl”

and I don’t own an eye palette.

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But now I’ve won.

The job is done.

My trophies lost under a dresser.

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So tell me,

"Why do you still stress her?"

Part 3

Rose to the top and it was never acknowledged.

Later that night, I stood up and I cried.

My friends all asking me how you reacted,

and because I still love you

I faked a smile and I lied.

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I should speak the truth.

Tell people what you do.

About how much I did for you

and him,

was never enough.

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When they say that I

exaggerate

on how much you don’t appreciate,

I’ll show them this poem

and they’ll know.

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Life is tough.