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My Choice
By Wiccad
Born a jehovahs witness
Brought up in this way
Unable to make
my own choices
No birthday celebrations
No christmas presents
No normal kid fun
My mother taken in by them
The cult
that brain washed
Told her I was wicked
Childhood was disturbed
Unable to fit with classmates
Prosecuted for mothers beliefs
My father
My sanctuary
My mentor
Crossed over
Taken too soon,extinguished
Torn from my life
Daddy will
never again
Call me his princess
Tell me how proud he was
Accepted me for who I was
Being different from others
I
was always a blessing to him
Age and acceptance
Have shown
me my path
A Wicca at heart, not wicked
To do what I will
And harm none
Is what he would want me to be
A better
father there will never be
Love you daddy
Miss you daddy
See you on the other side.............
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Copyright 2010 Wiccad
Author's Note:
Ode to my DadComments on "My Choice"
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A former member wrote:
Jim was a good man, Ven.
I'll never forget the dream I had of him telling me that I needed to call you.
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A former member wrote:
amazing poem. so heartfelt... blessed be
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A former member wrote:
this really reminds me of myself. wonderful job
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On Wednesday, February 10, 2010, Malcholm Dark
(806)
wrote:
NICELY DONE! a great tribute and well written idea. Your poetry reads like a well spring, you draw up something new every time. Bravo. write on
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A former member wrote:
I like this very deep and emotional and the words feel as if they come into my soul i know how you feel im sorry for your loss
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A former member wrote:
Raw emotion.. I too believe in being able to choose what religion is for you. Very good read! Keep 'em comin! =]
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A former member wrote:
Such a heartfelt tribute. I also agree with one's right to choose their own religion rather than to be bred into it... Keep writing and honing your craft. Good read. :)
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