Other Daughter - Poem by Myra Jefferson
So I'm your other daughter
Although I was born first
Now I come in third, fourth, or even worse
place on a shelf completely out of view
When the spotlight finds me
you magically appear to get your share
When no one is looking you dare not come near
Shattering my dreams
Ignoring my screams
Frightened it seems
Because I know the truth and I have the proof
What's that you say?
It's not that way?
Well all righty then
Two can play
Oh him? He's okay
It's too late now, don't even bother
How does it feel to be my other father?
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