My father is a man I never understood,
I can count on one hand
All our memories together
Remembering whatever I could
My father is a man I never loved,
As his absence altered my confidence
My highest moments, I simply shrug
My father is a man I never respected,
My womanhood is frail as
He’s my first rejection
My father is a man I never trusted,
His unconditional love comes with terms
An inner child, now corrupted
My father is a man I never knew,
As the phone works both ways
Even for those at the age of two
My father is a man I never found,
Despite the traces of him in my skin
He doesn't ever stay twice in the same town
My father is a man I never convinced,
That I, just his daughter
Needed him
My father,
For he is just a man.
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about my absent father and how his absence has influenced me in (mainly) negative ways. It is me saying "yeah, the dude is my 'dad' but really he's just some guy."
- Category: Letter
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Comments3
A tough poem about an obligation dropped and a resentment kept. Nicely done
Thank you!
You are most welcome
a deep and meaningful write
Thank you
most welcome
I relate to this poem… unfortunately… that being said even if I didn’t it wouldn’t lose its magnificence
I'm sorry you carry the misfortune of relating---it's truly their loss. And thank you
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