your no man

vividvoid14

 

I wish…

i wish somebody loved me,

When I was going through hell.

Bring your dad to school.

Why?
You never been there for me, 

Hell you didn't even have a career!

Always showed up empty handed. 

Car broke down…

You left me stranded!

Mom always defended your bullshit… 

She wanted her son to have a dad. 

How! 

How could you have treated her so bad 

Sad! 

You put us through hell!

I have a million words, not even the worst of them 

Can describe what a piece of shit you are.

Ha!

Then you call yourself strong 

You're weak, pathetic. A chaotic mess.

Oh lord. Bess my moms soul,

She’s the one who’s strong. 

She put up with your bullshit for so damn long, 

And you call yourself a man?

A man provides. Does  not gaslight.

A man builds someone up. Not break them down.

A man wipes her tears, A real man would never laugh as they pour down.

I'm ashamed

Ashamed  to have your last name. I'm ashamed we share the same DNA 

You're no man. 

  • Author: nehemiah adams (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 30th, 2024 13:00
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Thomas W Case

    Powerful. The pain is palpable.

  • Mutley Ravishes

    Have you checked out NF’s work?

    This maybe hard to understand
    But what if your dad is teaching you
    How to be a real man ? (however unintentionally)
    Wishing you all the best in life!

    • vividvoid14

      I wish yhat was reality. My dads no good person when i was around him, i wasnt actung luke a good person, i was somone im not proud of when i was with him. LOVE NF by yhe way. He has always been a huge inspiration to me. Thanks for the read!

      • Mutley Ravishes

        Thanks for your reply. What I’m trying to say is that through the (bad) experience you had with your Dad you have been finding out what it is to be a real man. In the end it may prove to be a blessing in disguise. Of course, it’s a hard lesson.
        I have been taught some bitter lessons through suffering too. Best wishes!



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