Father Father

My father My Father why have you forsaken me

I called out your name but you said you aint taken me

Knocked on your door but the sign said no vacancy

I HATE YOU FOR THAT!! But I thank you for making me

 

Now I’m coming back to you and demandin the throne

So I can show u that I learned how to stand in my own

 

I had a few bad nights all alone in the cave

Had a few bad fights but I learned to be brave

Cut myself a few times but I learned how to shave

 

Now I’m free, No longer enslaved

No longer encaged to the rage that I held on to

And I know you can’t stand it cause u held on too

But I’m hear to let u know that I held on threw

Its like God blessed me and put hell on you

 

Now I’m standin at your feet and I’ve got nothing to give u

Except the memories of all the f****n s**t that I lived through

And as much as it hurts there’s one thing that I give u

My apology….and that I forgive you

 

Reviews

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Your poem is hot... no other way to describe it. I felt the anger of a young man and the creeping fear or his absent father.

[Angelina S]

you are a excellent writer, your poems seem so real and hit so close to home

[laceyjane23]

very powerful piece!! it is filled with a lot of emotion, another great read!
laceyjane