My So Called Step Dad

My So Called Step Dad

A Poem by Nicholas lamb

When I was a little boy 12 years old,
I was told something I thought I'd never be told.
With despair in her eyes my mom looked at me and said,
Son I'm sorry to have to say this but your father's dead.
A few weeks later my mom was with another guy,
Now what's a kid my age gonna think all I could do is ask why.
After a month she came to us and said something that made me mad,
She said kids I want you to call this man dad.
I knew this was wrong in my heart,
She was making my world fall apart.
This name was pushed on us we didn't have a choice,
Whatever I wanted to say I couldn't she wouldn't let me use my voice.
After awhile his attitude was poor,
After a while our bodies became very sore,
I didn't know if I could take it anymore.
He used to do things that were not right,
My mom and him used to always fight.
He took his anger out on us,
But what could we do we couldn't make a fuss.
He'd say children are meant to be seen not heard,
I wished I could fly away like a bird.
he’d also used to say don't speak unless spoken to,
what’s a kid like me supposed to do.
Well I’m not a kid anymore,
I have my wings and I’m gonna soar.
I’m gonna fly like a bird,
I’m gonna use my voice that's meant to be heard.
as time passed things got worse,
help me I’m bleeding I need a nurse.
Why do we have to live this curse,
He filled me with fear,
He made me not want to be here.
But now the path is clear,
I won't shed a tear,
Because he's not here,
So I have nothing to fear.
I get sad,
I get mad,
That I lost a lot of things I had,
But you know now things aren't so bad,
Without my so called step dad.

© 2016 Nicholas lamb


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Added on November 3, 2016
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Nicholas lamb
Nicholas lamb

Palos park, IL



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