The Eye Of The Beholder- With Evoca

The Eye Of The Beholder- With Evoca

A Poem by Li Li
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Venting.....

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He tries to paint this perfect image
Tries to manipulate the vision
That is given
When others look in

Making it seem as though
He's on top of his game
All by wearing
The finer things
When under the cotton
Under the denim
He has THREE different women
In which he chose to plant his seed
Afterwards not giving a s**t how his offspring feeds
Somewhere within he has more greed than heart
Choosing to keep his children apart
All because he can't finish
What he once chose to start

Seven years I've provided
While he resided not even an hour away
Yet, if you talk to him
It's because of me he went astray
Saying I was crazy for keeping our daughter at a distance
Never mentioning the persistence I gave

Not even days, but hours, after our child was born
Never acknowledging all the times I've mourned
As our daughter asks
"Why doesn't daddy love me?"

Never mentioning the trials I went through
Before he fully developed into a man
I say a man because I still try to give him
The upperhand
That's something he'll never realize or understand


Out of seven years
I gave him four
To step up to his responsibilities
Then the possibilities proved to be disabilities
All because he claims it's not his job
To pay for my bills or utilities
As if it's me who has to have the lights on to sleep
Always hungry to eat
Keeping the water on to brush my teeth
And let me tell you... It takes atleast fifteen minututes
To get them pearly whites clean

Why after so much time
Can I still be filled with so much rage
As if these words against the page
Will create "change"

I've done this on my own
Never once choosing to complain
Just chose to remain a mother
Of a child who longs for a father
Who seems is bothered by his own blood
The way I see it
Love should have him in her life
Even through the strife
Him and I may hold
I could never see giving my own child
The cold-shoulder

Then again,
I guess it's all in the eye of the beholder
And as she grows older the fire she has for a father
Will begin to smolder from her decision after being neglected

And once again,
It will be me stepping up to make sure she's protected

© 2008 Li Li


Author's Note

Li Li
Please note this is spoken word format.

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oh my love you have angered and brought forth such pity for the fool who misses out on the one thing that God says matters the most is family,being a father,oooh i wept when that little girl ask why does my daddy love me any more ,,thanks to you i will post daddys here ,,its a personal write ,,see last night my daughter spent the night with me,,as i looked on as she slept i wrote what that man needs to see,,peace wizthom


daddy's here

i can remember when in my life i was most happy

changing diapers ,giving baths and feeding bottles,

throwing my baby up to touch the sky,

giving horsey back rides ,,,heeeee hee ,

ooh those were the times ,i will treasure in life,

when love was just a toddler in an angel form,

i was God i made her world turn,

as i look upon her,

amazed at how much she has grown,

she still laughs in her sleep ,

ha ha ha my baby is having fun,

daddy's here , daddy's here,

yes thomia daddy's here ,

watching while listening to the makings of memories,

like when i would hear the pitter patter of little feet,

in the still of the night running down the hall,

to find her daddy's arms,

yes daddy's here ,to wipe your eyes,

kiss you doing the night,reassure you,

that all is right tonight ,

tho mommy is living her life ,

just like i am living mines,

i just want you to know ,

we both love you love you so,

you are so precious to her,

you come first in my world,

my angel,my baby,my little girl,

daddy's here,,still you reach for me ,

when my voice Ur sweet little ears hear,

now that's the love of my seed,

if i never find me a lady,

i will still have heaven on earth,

just knowing i have a little girl

you can be a hundred and ninety four,

still you will be daddy's little girl ,

the air i breathe ,the one who makes me complete,
daddy's here,,wizthom 08


Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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Coming from a broken home I can kind of understand the anger, but my point of view is from the child's eyes. It's sad that this type of stuff happens quite often. Although, some good may come from it. I've vowed never to become like my father, and I'm sure there are others who have as well.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I would love to be there when this is read aloud!! Powerful words and feelings, well done!!!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

never being a fan of rhyming poetry, but since you are fond of spoken word, I presume you design your poems to be performed. And I can see you on a stage screaming this one out. Since you did without the punctuation, I suggest you drop the capitalization as well. It's a good write indeed.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This poem is beutifully executed. You expressed the pain and anger, the frustration of being Mother, the hardest and least appriciated job. It aint easy raising a child when both parents are there, alone the task is magnified 3x's. As women we got to be strong, for our children and the man who knows how to play games, make love but negelct to learn who to be responsible. And we must be strong for ourselves, when those times come when you feel like giving up. Those MIA dads always seem to reappear when "his" child succeeds in life's endevours.

I love the flow and rhythm of your poem, I found the following to be powerfully expressed.

Can I still be filled with so much rage
As if these words against the page
Will create "change"

Very good work.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

That is awesome. The reading with it is very powerful. I do see a couple nit in the written form. Upperhand should be two words, as should atleast and minututes should be minutes I think. Of course if it was done purely for artistic reasons that is a whole other matter.

This is spoken word at its finest. It really is powerful and even more so to hear it.

Cheers.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dannnnng...I wish I could hear/ feel you " evoca" this one !!!

All - together makes me sick....the empty spot in a childs day & heart
can become a vacuum ....These cats just don't know ...the damage has longevity...
Our oldest is NOT my husbands ...she was cursed with the worst ! Her dad is so shottttt...
Unfortunately...that is the end result of my bad choices ...but she still loathes him at almost 21

This piece move me Li ...
You hold-it-down She-Rah...BUTTTTTtttt...on't you EVA-EVA ...eva let up on his lame tail ...press him to do as he should until...he does it !!!

Blesssssssss


Posted 16 Years Ago


haha, this was sweet.
you keep on pushing girl

Posted 16 Years Ago


Awesome peice. lovin the rhyme and the rhythum. a brilliant amazing peice. not for the subject matter but for the strength of a woman to man HE'S WRONG. Daughter will make her own choices to see him or not. all you can do is love her with a passion like i know you do.
Stay safe

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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I KNOW you gotta burn down whatever stage you BLESS with this one...FIYYYYYYYYYAHHHHHH!!!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

oh my love you have angered and brought forth such pity for the fool who misses out on the one thing that God says matters the most is family,being a father,oooh i wept when that little girl ask why does my daddy love me any more ,,thanks to you i will post daddys here ,,its a personal write ,,see last night my daughter spent the night with me,,as i looked on as she slept i wrote what that man needs to see,,peace wizthom


daddy's here

i can remember when in my life i was most happy

changing diapers ,giving baths and feeding bottles,

throwing my baby up to touch the sky,

giving horsey back rides ,,,heeeee hee ,

ooh those were the times ,i will treasure in life,

when love was just a toddler in an angel form,

i was God i made her world turn,

as i look upon her,

amazed at how much she has grown,

she still laughs in her sleep ,

ha ha ha my baby is having fun,

daddy's here , daddy's here,

yes thomia daddy's here ,

watching while listening to the makings of memories,

like when i would hear the pitter patter of little feet,

in the still of the night running down the hall,

to find her daddy's arms,

yes daddy's here ,to wipe your eyes,

kiss you doing the night,reassure you,

that all is right tonight ,

tho mommy is living her life ,

just like i am living mines,

i just want you to know ,

we both love you love you so,

you are so precious to her,

you come first in my world,

my angel,my baby,my little girl,

daddy's here,,still you reach for me ,

when my voice Ur sweet little ears hear,

now that's the love of my seed,

if i never find me a lady,

i will still have heaven on earth,

just knowing i have a little girl

you can be a hundred and ninety four,

still you will be daddy's little girl ,

the air i breathe ,the one who makes me complete,
daddy's here,,wizthom 08


Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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Li Li
Li Li

The Land of Misfit Toys, IL



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My real name is Alicia. I live on the east side of St. Louis. I've grown to have a passion for spoken word. I started writing poetry at a very young age but never thought it was something to.. more..

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