This is the story of my daughters birth and the complicated relationship that was behind it.
Her eyes adjust to the blue gloves and white lights
Those baby blues glare around
Scissors are brought near and emits a scream
Everyone around said “what a beautiful sight”
As he neared and caressed the child, she made no sound
She couldn’t say she played with a man on another team
3 years and never a fight
Beneath that happy façade her emotions had been drowned
He could never know it was another mans beam
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