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Daddy's Girl

September 11, 2014
By Courtney Smith BRONZE, Columbia, Missouri
Courtney Smith BRONZE, Columbia, Missouri
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My daddy has risen to the top
On the pain and suffering of others. He has put more effort into Forming this government
Than he has loving his family.

He has ordered that we live with cameras In our homes.
He says he'll decide who marries who And when we all sleep,

Like we're his puppets.
Daddy has taken everyone's freedom.
He has absolute control over every aspect Of everyone's lives.
I watch anger grow like tumors
On the crowd's faces.

The air is tense and it's silent.
The crowd is afraid to say anything.
And then Daddy calls me up to the podium. Everyone's angry eyes turn to me
And suddenly I'm the star of the show.
The world around me is quiet
As I begin to make my way up.

I'm shoved a few times
And I know Daddy has turned me
Into a monster, too.
Anger and worry build up
In the back of my throat
Because I know exactly
What I'll say to the angry crowd.
My mother wipes a tear from her eye
And I know she's against Daddy's decisions.

When. I reach the stage and podium I see the sorrow and suffering Painted on everyone's faces.
Daddy hugs me for the crowd. "Don't mess this up," he spits.

I tap the microphone and look at Daddy Who stands still.
I look once more at the crowd
And smile, then clear my throat.

"I know we all think my father is a monster," I begin.
"He is!" A member of the crowd yells.
I hold my hand up to silence him.

"I'm against his ways of life. But there are other ways," I say.

"Let us be a democracy.
Let every vote count."
I stare boldly into Daddy's eyes. "Let us be free."

I glare at Daddy and
His eyes burn disappointment into my skin. When I glance back at the crowd,
I can see they are relaxing
Which makes Daddy angrier.

"What my daughter means-" "What your daughter means Is we should be simply free!" A disembodied voice yells.

I nod my head
And I can see Daddy grow tense.

"Thank you for listening," I say. One person claps,
And many more join in.
I look back at Daddy.

He frowns; I bow. 

The author's comments:

This poem was created for a class assignment. We had to create a narrative poem from the perspective of a person in a beginning government. I chose to focus on the daughter of a Totalitarian leader. 

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on Sep. 14 2014 at 11:07 pm
EmilytheBelleofA. DIAMOND, Athens, Georgia
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I love it. Your poem has so much, power. Your poem is powerful and full of courage. You put yourself into it when you wrote your poem. It's amazing. You have such a talent. Thank you for sharing this!