Dear Daddy,
What is the definition of a Daddy ? Is it a man who lays with a woman and produces a seed within her? Is it a man who creates a child with no hope or aspirations desired for it? Is a man who carries a wallet with just a value of money to his name and no extra title? Is it man that gives the child a name and serves no other purpose? Or is a father a man, who makes the child not only with his seed, but with his string of love weave into it. Its a man who claims his child not only by the facts of paternity, but because he his proud to produce such a success. Its a man who is there to change the first diaper, to burp the first burp, to teach the first bicycle ride, to teach how to tie your shoes. he is there from the first moment the child says its first words, to the boo-boo on the child's leg, to middle school graduation, to seeing their child transform from a child to a teenager, to their first licenses, to their first crush, to their graduation into life, till they walk down the aisle and later on produce a child replication of their own. So daddy, do you call yourself the definition of daddy?? Where were you, where are you, do you hear me? Do you hear me calling your name? , and if it wasn't for you... I would not have known my destiny. Ps- I dedicate this song to you...

Signed,
your daughter

Music
I'm sorry mama, but I never meant to make you cry, cause tonight I'm cleaning out my closet..

You know they say that a mothers and daughter bond is suppose to be something special, something sacred, something strong. That a love for daughter from a mother is to no comparison.

Mothers and daughters are suppose to be like best friends, a tie that never breaks. The chain that holds unity together, that is suppose to last forever. But I guess it must of skipped a generation.

It felt like a battlefield waking up each day in my child hood. Im on one side and your on the other. Every time I called for truce, you fired your fire arm. I always felt like I had to fight & protect myself.

You cant make me, you cant break me, you cant hurt me, you cant destroy me. You cant change me, you cant hurt me, you cant kill me. Because I am sorry Mama, I never meant to hurt you and make you cry, but tonight I'm cleaning out my closet...



Music


Dear Sis...




Of course you and I would not be like the famous TV show Sister Sister. That show defined the meaning of sisters, how they are suppose to be. But not us, we were the complete opposite from the display.

You and I never shared a bond, we were never the Bonnie & Clyde. For whatever reason, you never liked me, always hated on me, always discriminated me for your own personal reason. I never did anything to you, how could I, we had 12 years in between us.

What was it sis, was it my age, my personality, my life you desperately wanted to have? Okay you want my life, you have 3 minutes. Go ahead and take it.
Why Sis, why do you have to be like the mean sister in Cinderella? What is it that you wanted from me? We live separate lives, but yet its like you want to be like conjoined twins. Were not. Live your life and I live mines. You creep around and tip toe in my life, check up on my stats on the internet. Why, does that fulfill the empty space in your life, does that add spice to your boring interests, whatever it is, it just makes me bigger, makes me better, the more you talk the more people get to know about the fabulous me. I know my chapter in my life is something you want live, but get over it sis, youre not me and Im not you. Live the double live you do, and let me live in my own shoe!

I never stepped up to you and slap my anger across your face, I never talked trash behind your back for personal revenge, I never confronted you and let you know what you are really about, because I am better than that, I was raised to be better than that.

I wont hate on your success, I wont seek out revenge, I wont bad mouth your family, because I am better than that. My revenge will be when you see me on TV, hate than, talk shit than, because in the end no one can live my life better than me.

Oh by the way times up, give my life back...humph you wouldn't know the first thing what to do with it!