True Lair Poem by Jamie Drake

Dear Protector,
I was born today your first baby girl so dear 2 you.
You promised that you would Procter me no matter what dose that count the hateful words you say to me. Do you even know what you are saying?

Dear Friend,
I turned one 2 day. Momma was crying because they took you away again. When you came back you were different, why is that?

Dear Aquatints,
I turned 2 this day. We were at Grams, I know you are different but I guess grandpa doesn't because you got all mad at him for saying something.

Dear Father,
I know i haven't written in a while, I finally turned 10 today aren't you proud that your little girl finally grew up?
Why do you put so much pressure on me are you not proud of me?
I never seen you smile are you not happy of the way I turned out?
You make Momma cry why do you do that? Can you ever smile just for me just ones or am I just suck a disgrace that you don't want any thing to do with me?
Will you answer questions daddy or will you ignore me like you always do?

Love your little girl.