Smooth as a baby’s bottom is the perfect phrase that
described my skin.
A perfect 10 was yelled out by a lot of my male friends
A knockout smile passed down from birth
10 inch heels that always make my feet hurt
Funeral arrangements made by daddy for those that attempted
to look under my skin
These are the things I can remember growing up
Big brown eyes that matched my mother’s DNA
Whippings on my bottom when I didn’t take heed to the things
she would say
Thick hair and eyebrows that are compliments of my daddy
Astonishing looks from classmates when we pulled up in
daddy’s red caddy
Anything for me, anything I wanted, and whatever made me
happy
These are the things I can remember growing up
Sleepovers, slumber parties, and others were out of the
question
Anticipating my first date, and praying for the release of
my daddy’s blessing
Tall like a runway model, shaped like a coca-cola bottle,
with a 9:00 curfew
Identical to my sisters, restricted unlike my brothers, only
name a few
The only sibling living in the household but amongst many on
the front pew
These are the things I can remember growing up
Blessed and fortunate than many, with a Superman daddy that
could take on the world
Product of his love for my mom, I am daddy’s little girl.
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