Daddy Issues

My Mother's Daughter

She didn't look a day over thirty,

  Nor would she confess to turning any other age than twenty-five.

With harsh greek-like features

  That was plastered upon the body of a brown girl with frizze, uncontrollable curls.

I would say she was beautiful-

  And if you had asked her yourself she would agree just to spite.

Her mother was a brown girl herself of a different kind,

  And her biological father a different kind of brown that wasn't very kind.

So her mother left her father to be with the brother

  Although, before she left they had three children and adopted more.

So many children, left with a true father that could bare but not love,

  That when the sister fell ill and succumbed to death all they could do was spread hate.

So you see,

  My mother who once didn't look a day over thirty looks as though she'll be sixty.

All to be expected when drugs are involved and you're an on and off again bulimic.

  Though is she to truly blame?;

When you grow in a household such as hers and long for fatherly acceptance

  That is fruitless and could never be obtained?

That's how my mother got with my father,

  Who was very fair skinned, and also unkind-

For daughters look towards their fathers to be examples whether they wish it or not.

  And mothers will be examples for their daughters as her mother once was.

Pondering over my sister's I can see the impact from a mother

  With it safe to say that I fear I'm also my mother's daughter.