Father Figures
I remember playing at the park
watching other kids get pushed on the swings by their dad
man that shit really tore my heart apart
becuase back home I heard screams from my mothers room
meanwhile im playing with brother in the dark
we would have the lights on but we would see too much
not to mention the power didnt work
no food in the fridge but at least the school still provided us lunch
and I know that my life seems pretty rough
but momma always told us we could get by on just enough
see my dad he was pretty tough
my momma tried her best but he'd still get a little too rough
but he cant help it right
all the alcohol and pills he would take every night to sooth to the anger
but it never worked and he treated my mother like she was some stranger
but then he left us all there for someone who was catfishing
and 9 months later we had a new addition
the baby came out and he already started kickin
and they swaddled him up like jesus in the manger
soon to find out he has autism and a heart full of anger
but i loved my little brother he was always full of joy
until daddy came back home and stepped on his toys
I watched his face get red and fill with rage
and stared in my brothers eyes as I watched tears fall down his face
with every single snap he screamed and jolted away
all of us kids were trumatized after that day
and still to this day
i look back at the father i had
and wish that i had better one to raise me
and then maybe
i wouldve turned out different and people wouldnt think im so bad
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.