Respect

by Stephanie Gillum   Aug 8, 2005


You've been gone for 3 long years,
You want me to stop everything,
and come see you.
I can't and I won't.

You haven't called me in 9 months,
You haven't seen me in 3 years.
You called me on my birthday last year,
to see how I was and what I wanted.
Money can't buy what I want from you,
and I personally think that you can't handle it.
It's called respect Dad.
You see your 2 sons a lot and probably talk a lot too.
But what about your daughter,
who is hurting deep inside?
Why can't you open your eyes and see,
that she's not the little girl she used to be.
I am grown up now and moved on.
I have changed so much and you're not here to see,
the young lady I've grown up to be.

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