Daddies Little Girl

Daddies Little Girl

A Poem by Ama May Cooper

The words sting

Like poisoned venom

Acidic use of language

A horrible use of phrasing


By biological force joined only

To that accursed soul

Hatred despite the blood line

No bond strong enough for tarnished memories


Daddies little girl

Resenting her very birth

Tainted by a worthless entity

In all your empty victories


I will not walk in your shadow

May your footsteps cover over

Unwalked, and untarnished forever

Cursed to have your blood in my veins


No affection for you lies here

Your remnants only in others words

My whole essence shedding your wounds

Erasing your scars from my childhood


Daddies little girl

Has spread her wings

Your failed attempts to dose her flames

Squandered by the untameable beast within


I am not your spitting image

I do not display similar characteristics

Not a pawn in your great plan

Not an individual to engage in your manipulative games.


These figures of great importance

Wise cracks with hidden bullets

Just like her farther

I demand a different heritage


Let we not be distinguished by our previous ties

Let us Severe this paternal love

Tarnished with negligent tyranny

I am cursed to remember your name


Your spawn delegated to walk as yours

Your mental deficiencies leaking through the seams

Infected by the trauma’s of your memories

Tormented by your existence


Have you not bled enough destructive damage?

Not laid enough parasitic eggs?

Haunted the doorstep at uninhabitable hours for long enough?

Created this sordid seed


Daddies little girl

The resistant copy

Mentally tormented by the very same demons

Errors of the mind inherited


Followed by these ideas of you

Swarmed with the spectre’s of an ill mind

Why do you try to mend these gouges?

I blame you for my own corruptions


Curse you for my conception

Littered with your resented features

Those that came after

Just the tale of your spectre


Daddies little girl

Your creation you etched into this world

Passing on your imperfections

Bruised and Battered by your own hand


I am not a collection of your misfortunes

Not a mistake you will ever have to account for

These achievements are my own

This elegant phoenix burned without you


Healed of your burns

I am not your predecessor

Your hefty hand not a guide

Left alone to wallow in your empty compassions


I cast you off like a ship does a life boat

Desperate to escape the icy clutches

Fleeing a water saturated death

There is no inkling to turn behind


Daddies little girl

A missing part of your collection

The one that got away

The one that scorned the memory of your name.


© 2014 Ama May Cooper

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really enjoyed this from start to finish, really interesting and pulls you in.

Posted 7 Years Ago

Nice...Pen on...:)...................

Posted 7 Years Ago

very nice poem thank you for sharing

Posted 7 Years Ago

The title was misleading at first. But after the first stanza I was hooked into the meaning of the poem. Great ventilation.
Let the emotion swell until it overflows!

Posted 7 Years Ago

This is one of the most amazing poems I have read. It is so full of emotion and it makes the reader see into the world where a fragile relationship lays. Great job!

Posted 7 Years Ago

Oh this is so sad! What poor girl to have to be put through such a horrible thing at such a young age. I'm so glad she stood strong, even when her own blood didn't want her, but that's what it's all about, isn't it? Standing strong and never giving in to what other people think of you.

This is such a strong (though dark) poem. Thanks for sharing it with us :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

A very nice poem with the radiance of determination glowing from the words. Great job:)

Posted 8 Years Ago

I love the talent you can find in such unexpected places. This is a piece with depth and meaning. I'm glad I chose to view this poem..

I am very new to this site and would greatly appreciate any feedback in a review on my first and only piece.. Thank you

Posted 8 Years Ago

love it....a real spit at the old man...articulate and real....especially for one of your age...nothing is ever so simple as elopuent as a poem...but as poems go....this one has articulate realism which makes it an endearment to this particular reader.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Last Updated on March 3, 2014


Ama May Cooper
Ama May Cooper

London, south west, United Kingdom

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