bereddy's Letters
I am my father’s daughter
To the girl whose daddy was her Superman without a cape
The girl who spoke with reckless abandon,
So strong and steadfast in her truth
Her mind, a reservoir
Her throat a cracked damn
Her lips chapped concrete
Spilling, overflowing, words dripping
Rushing, bursting at the seams
Getting swept up in the current
You know that…read more