Daddy Problems

by Poeticlane

July 11, 2015

I have daddy problem

I wake up fatherless like

Every other African American

Child out there.

Most kids

know where there father is.

They either in jail, remarried or in the cementary.

For me,

I have no idea

Where my old man is.

To be honest,

I really don't give a damn

Either.

Most kids hate there father,

They don't give 2 shits about

Him.

I don't hate my father.

He was never there.

So it feels like I never really

Knew him.

How can you expect me to

Barely have feelings for a man that was barely there

To begin with,

And how can I hate a man

That didn't do nothing

But leave me and my mother

To struggle.

He abandon us,

It's his lost.

I got use to him not being

Here that he became nonexisting.

When I see pictures,

I can't really identify him.

All I see is some stranger that's in all my baby pics.

To get myself through the day

I tell myself he was only a

Temporary sitter.

His service was temporary,

His stay was only temporary,

After his deadline it was time for him to skedaddle.

A couple visitation until I was

8 then he became gone with the wind and never came around again.

I have daddy problems?

Nah, I'm fine.

My mom play both roles and I'm ok with that.

Yes times get hard

But there's nothing I can do

About it.

Just live each day as I can.

Forget a father figure.

I'm doing just fine with out him.

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