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I am not sure if I should put this in this area, but anyway, here it is.

Dear Daddy

You said you loved me as you pulled me 'cross your knee.
You said you loved me, as you hit me times three.
You said you loved me as I flew down the stairs,
My train coming after, as I lay there in fear
You wonder why I hate this time of year?
I should be happy, But all I know are tears.
Five older sisters I have in this life,
I never saw you hit them, or anything like!
So I wonder now, is that what is wrong?
I came here a Boy, I am your son.
I wonder if I had been born a girl,
Would you have loved me, just once in this world?
I wish that I could be your daughter,
To be loved and held and treated with laughter,
I just wanted to be loved by my dad,
Accepted and Cherished, with a kind tender hand.
I wish you were her so that you could see
The GIRL that I am, I am finally free!
You can love me now daddy,
And I hope that you do,
'Cause I AM also your daughter!

And I love you too!

Connie Lynn

The child you never knew

copywrite, November, 2002

That was deep. I fortunetly do not remember being abused, if I was. I feel bad that you lived in a household like that. I also wonder what my life would have been like if I was born a girl. But honestly right now, I would not trade it for what I have. I hope that you too can find what you are looking for in life.

Calina

That was a lovely piece of work Connie Lynn , I'm saddened to hear that you were abused as a child

Very Very deep and i dont know what to say
Hope you can work it out with your dad
Good luck

BIG HUG Mellissa

Connie Lynn,
God Bless You Girl!! How does it currently stand with your father?
Virginia

Hi Connie,

Your poem really moved me. It was a beautiful interpretation of what I know must have been very painful times for you.

I am sorry to hear of your father's passing. I also hope that you can soon find inner peace in terms of dealing with a difficult time of year.

We're always here for you.

Love,

~ Lorna

Connie,

You must have went through a lot of kleenex to write that. I am so sorry for you. I too have seen my sisters treated better and wondered why they were treated so much better than I. In my early adult years I found out why, my father was sexually abusing all of them.

I am not saying that any such thing happened in your family. I was just saying that what I once thought was preferential treatment, turned out not to be such a good deal after all.

Perhaps you should see how your sisters remember it, if you are in touch with any of them. I have found contacting my brothers and sisters to be quite enlightening for both of us, as we remember different things, that then evoke other memories we would not have had. Many things about myself and my siblings has come to light, and created a clearer picture of my childhood.

Again, I am so sorry for you pain. And that was a great and expressive poem. I felt you really let me see a peice of you.

Love always,
Elizabeth