In another life, I have a father. One who plays tea party with me when I’m four. One who always opens up the door. One who reads me fairytales every night. One who teaches me wrong from right. One who encourages me to do what I love. One who I can be proud of. One who doesn’t need a drink. One who doesn’t smoke everything under the kitchen sink. One who doesn’t hit women. One who doesn’t make me a victim. One who breaks the cycle. One father. For this fragmentary daughter.
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My name is Lyssa.
I have always wanted to be an author, ever since I could remember. I mostly write poetry, but I have a few books in the works. At age 27, I decided to continue my education for English and literature. I like to call myself the "Taylor Swift" of poetry. I appreciate everyone who has been supporting me with the comments and the likes. You guys give me hope that one day I'll be able to do this for a living. If you want to support in more ways. You can find my first ever poetry book on Amazon titled "All Her Scars." If you want to donate $ to a broke English major, you are more than welcome my cashapp is Allykitty13131313. Thank you so much. <3
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This poem really reflects the story of many people in this toxic culture we are living.
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This poem really reflects the story of many people in this toxic culture we are living.
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