The Perfect Daughter

The Perfect Daughter

A Poem by Nami Machae

She was the child he always talked about,
But never wanted.
She was the perfect child,
Because she completely mirrored him.
Daddy's Little Girl fell out of the tree,
And hit every drug on the way down.
But who taught it to her?

They even did a few rounds together,
"Pass me the pipe." she'd slur,
"That's my girl!" he'd praise.

All of this was for a father,
Who talked about her all the time,
But never even called to say,
"I love you."

© 2016 Nami Machae

Author's Note

Nami Machae
Very personal. Be brutal but kind. It's not my best work.

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I can tell this piece is very personal to you, for it is quite an emotional ride. This poem blends sweet and dark emotions together, and has a distinct atmosphere. I'm sorry to hear that you have gone through something like this, I imagine its very tough. You have a few clever lines in this piece, such as "Daddy's Little Girl fell out of a tree and hit every drug on the way down" and the entire last quatrain struck a few emotional chords. I hope everything gets better in some way for you eventually. :)

Sincerely, Dan.

Posted 6 Years Ago

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