You call yourself a father
The word slithers from your snaked tongue
Only thing is
Out of 4 flesh bearing heartbeats
You only claim one
He's your pride and joy
Your sunny day
The eldest boy
So with him you chose to stay
Only to miss 3 winds of struggle spiral out of control
Lost
Voids filled the pumping chests of each
Where you should've been
Mama gave us the skin off her back
just so we could say we owned something
The likes of us never ran across your mind
Sisters looking for love in all the wrong places
Little brother seems to be going through all the wrong phases
Could never be swept off my feet at father daughter dances
My tree has grown another ring around it now
Next year I'll finally float across the stage into glory
And you can't gloat
You can't take credit
Because I've come to understand
Anyone who doesn't care about me
Often makes me feel cold and without
Must not be
Cannot be
Will not be
a father of mines
- Author: Jaz MonaƩ (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 19th, 2016 08:56
- Comment from author about the poem: Having a baby does NOT classify you as a parent.
- Category: Special occasion
- Views: 24
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