Name: Emily Calderon
Description: Small, white and pink striped

"To My Dad"
I never knew you part
of me didn't want to.
Filled with so much
anger and hate I
hadn't met you till 
I was eight.  The first
time I met you was at
my house.  You were so
tall, I felt like a mouse.
We sat on the couch, 
you said, "I'm your father"
I then asked, "Why bother?"
Tears welled in my little
girl eyes, my emotion conflict
getting the better.  He spoke
with a slang, had dreadlocks
and a beard.  I always
thought, this can't be
my father.  I gave you 
a shot to regain my
trust but they've just 
been worse.  After eight
years, nothing's changed.
I wish it could have 
been different between us.