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Michael-crichlow
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Fatherless

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It's not as easy as it looks, inside my mind is a young child who always cries plane tears of pain to gain answers to such as

Where's daddy at?

Who'll teach me how to catch, throw a ball and bat?

DEEP DOWN HE'S THE SPOILT BRAT

For leaving, for cheating

Leaving my mom screaming and grieving

While I'm in the next room dreaming, dreaming a dream which takes me away to a far away place maybe deep space where tears don't roll down my face an my father isn't a disgrace who's existence I wouldn't want to erase

And he'd be my rock not a mental block and the reasons I go on angry walks because he's gone I keep telling my self it's his loss *** it

He didn't commit and just split what a prick

I have so many unanswered questions I want a confession why couldn't you show any affection and that fills me with uncontrollable aggression i wana show you a lesson to send you into depression and let you know how it feels

But i was raised better not to fold under pressure to be endlessly clever and to never say never

But with you there To believe in me I would've took it easy not strived to achieve my dreams or have to punch a bully and watch him bleed with a slight grin of relief to be honest I wana meet you to put my mind at ease

Because when I hear that saying "like father like son" my body turns numb I look for a bottle of rum wishing I owned a gun, that s dumb

I don't have your mentality I'll be there for my family

Sitting in a garden happily throwing my boy so high he forgets about gravity, feeding excessive amounts of candy taking care of his cavities

I can't stress how much I want this to be my reality

I shall strive to love my gorgeous wife till the end of our lives

Good fathers come a dime a dozen without a discussion unless I get a concussion this feeling in my stomach is telling me I'll be a great husband

Time raised me and it's unfair after all these years my minds still unclear I'm done shedding tears it's time to clear the air

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2b2b2 says:

OUTSTANDING WORK!! WOW....felt this.....I also wonder about them father shoes that didn't fit.....but one never knows until forced to walk in another's shoes no matter what folks may say or portray....RESPECT....thanks for sharing!
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The Immortal Wize says:

I have to stand to my feet and clap my hands to this, this is the shrimp in my gumbo.

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