Oh father, father where are you now?
I made a promise to myself one day Ill make you proud.
Every time I had a question I was ignored though my actions were loud.
In and out my life around the age of five,
I don't blame either of you I struggled, but im alive.
I always looked up to you my spirit so short and you so tall.
Ill never forget everyday you would call.
Father, father why was I born?
it had to be for a purpose that's why the condom was torn,
Right? Anything to get past drama just find the light.
But do not get mad at me dad I figured out most of life on my own.
I do not cry no more I keep my mouth shut and asked to be left alone.
Why every day do we find ourselves in a new struggle? I find it kind of odd.
Religion pimping itself out one of the reasons I question god.
I have to be more than what these fake people want from me.
I have to be more than just the grazing sheep.
Father, father im a man now I will not ask for a thing.
I mean I been paying bills since 16.
I only wish for your happiness as I search for mine.
I do not go to God with my troubles I just grab my pen and
Rhyme.
- Author: Dakota (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 27th, 2017 22:13
- Comment from author about the poem: A little peak of me get know me hopefully you like it. I do not write to offend anyone I just express my thoughts because their mine no one elses
- Category: Letter
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