keep my father away from me

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keep my father away from me
i do not know how to be gentle
like when he held his first baby
his hands rough and slightly awkward
softer as more came
handling with much more ease
but keep my father away from me

i do not know how to get softer
perhaps if i had two, maybe three
i'd know how to be a kinder daughter
but rage, it comes till it leaves
so keep my father away from me

i only have one but he has three
he can pour all his love to the others
i will survive, i have tougher, rougher skin
I can make the mundane suffice
so keep my father away from me.

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