Dad

I miss my dad

even if it makes me mad

that he was in and out of jail

ever since I was little

it hurts knowing I can't have what most people have

a dad

to be there to scare away all your fears

and wipe away all those tears

but instead, I'm here

wishing things were different

but that's okay 

because I understand the role life will play

to people who he likes to challenge 

to see if we will break or be able to manage 

you just gotta keep believin 

that everything happens for a reason 

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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