Daughter Of A Whore Poem by Patti Masterman

Daughter Of A Whore

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Curse you earth and your sleepy waters too,
Your clouds that never move,
People in a long sleep;
Rutters in their groove.

Curse you sky and all your splintered nights,
Your birds that hide in flight,
Things that go missing,
In a sudden, shuttered light.

Curse my soul that I never once asked for,
And those who shut their door,
Always to be orphan;
The daughter of a whore.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jim Troy 07 August 2011

Betty had told a section of her life about her father sho had come into her room when she was very young and doing things a father should never do with his daughter... It went on for years... Betty felt some horrible wounds throughout her entire being because of that. A time did come. And a change happened for real. Her Dalmation and her were alone and Bettey was reflecting and realized that she was enjoying the love from her Dalmation as they sat on the floor of her living room huging and petting and sharing love in present time. The cognition came that helped her to rise above any moment in the past. Present time is in every way the most valid and tangible moment existing. Cellular recordings are sometimes put on our individual turn-tables if we choose to play them....And only then do they become a valid power..... and pain. However there are many factors of a human which causes one cognition to often not be the entire solution.... But a circle of love will conquer all things................ What a powerful section of life you share Thanks much for bringing it

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