Hey There Daddy Poem by Tricia Whyte

Ties are made so it could be broken
Secrets lives out it the open
Mistakes are made so we can learn
But no one told me how to earn

I mean, life is difficult
This much I do know
I was born without a silver spoon,
So I had to work twice as hard
To reach that gray moon

Who told them I could do this Dance
Where stepping on my toes seems Okay,
My daddy never taught me that
He told me be strong,
Speak when you are only spoken to
And answer when they call,
Hey there daddy, I don’t blame you
You don’t own a glass ball
So you could not see where you baby girl would fall

I woke up with bruises on my back, blood on my hands,
I had to fight so I could make you proud
In this unknown crowd,
Hey there Daddy I am ready to explode
But you never taught me how to reload

Daddy you should have told me
A lie could be hidden in the truth,
Maybe I would have not eaten
From the forbidden fruit,
Instead you taught me
When a person slaps you in the face, turn the other cheek,
Hey there daddy I don’t blame you
How could you foresee
A man could be brave enough
To put his hands one me

Hey there daddy I am angry
The dance you taught has some regrets
For he lost his partners chivalry, equality and respect,
Daddy you did your best
Now is my time to show them what I have learn

I have a fire inside of me that water cannot out
And my feet is tired of being step on,
Thank you dear daddy for all you have done
Please have no doubts
But your baby girl needs to buy a new weapon.