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I wonder if you wonder about me. I wonder if my name gets stuck in your throat or if your hands shake on my birthday.
When I was a kid I was obsessed with pirates My dad and I would draw treasure maps on the kitchen table Dots trailing from Downstage right of the stage
I came to this world I found my self in the hands of a woman My mother She looked at me wth a smile For in me she saw a blessing My father ,my father Where were you?
Thank you father for making me cry saying I'm worthless and that I should die Thank you father for making me sad because now I love making folks glad Thank you father for leaving me and mom
In my eighteen years of livingI’ve been taught the most valuable lessonPoetry has a soulIt’s nowhere near as dark as coalIt guided me toward self acceptanceSomething my shell of a father never couldMaybe it’s because he left when I was twoThat he
Still hiding away in Mom’s belly, but you left us both the day she told you the news. You knew you had a wife and two boys at home but you forgot them all to date some blonde.
Seeking a connection to you is like reaching out to grab the air. As I fall down a 20 foot cliff. -Where are you now?
Dear Father, I guess you were the onewho was supposed to show me how this works.The ins and outs of love,living, learning, and putting my happiness first.
Dear Dad, You were my most influential teacher I learned when I was six When given a choice between A glass bottle and your daughter's hand
Dear Father, Do you feel bothered? Knowing you have another daughter? I digress. I shouldn't bother. I never really called you father. Dearest Dad, Do you feel sad?
At the age of 3, her world was shattered. Just why would a father leave so early? Why would he quit already? Well, maybe he had his reasons. But just what could be enough to make him leave?
When I was little, you were the best. I remember how we used to sing karaoke before bed. When I was little, we always played Crash Bandicoot.
To the man who calls himself a father Hello dad… Or Mr. Anonymous if you will I would simply love to know Where have you been
He's long goneEven though i waited patiently for himAlthough i am bitter, andRightfully so, i still wonder.
Why did you leave me?
F-A-T-H-E-R I wish I could define this term I wish I knew what it was like to have one I wish I could save up my money and buy one I don't even know what I would do with one
He used to have a well paying job as a police officer but he was introduced to his worst nightmare Alcohol. He became an alcoholic and soon lost his job and his wife
Dear dad, To this very day, There is so much to say, Pen to paper, No ink, Please don't go away. Dear dad, Each step means no less, It matters not to me,
You are the aching breaths The struggling steps i’ve taken to the healing powers in tomorrow Tears marked with death You no longer have control over my sorrows
I was still a child when you took your lies, And slid them between my fourth and fifth ribs. I cried that night, And for the first time I didn’t wish you were there to hold me. I still see echoes of you,
How are you okay with missing her fifteenth birthday? How can you move forward knowing you're not playing the role in her life anymore? How can you hate her so much to leave and never come back?
To be a bastard is to be fatherless To be a bastard is to have a father in Heaven To be a bastard is to be without the Father in Heaven
Dear Absent Fathers I waited for you in the windowsill Elbows bruised purple from holding my hopes up but you never pulled into the driveway to save me and
Ya see black brothas always tryin to be trap brothas/or rap brothas Why don’t you wrap brotha Bussin out babies like morning sickness This continuous cycle is more than a sickness
As I sit on my bed bored while thinking and wondering why my father has deserted and alienated me. The one that’s supposed to be his little girl, and he doesn’t even try to have me in his world.
A poem based on true events...
In the summer, I dreamt of Styrofoam cups raining in my sleep. I’d wake under my sheets, buried under the humidity. Nervously, I would speak: I am still here I would say in the dark No one ever answered,