He is not my “Dad,” just simply my father
He is not my “Dad,” just simply my father
With his face pressed against mine, eyes closed, smiling,
He looks as if he loves me
And maybe he does, but I refuse to believe it
Because love doesn’t abuse and abandon
He is not my “Dad,” just simply my father,
Because anyone can be a father
A Rapist, a Murderer, a Dead-Beat, a Drug User, a Felon
And with my luck, I got an all-in-one deal
This is no sob story. Believe me
I do not believe in dwelling on things that have no importance to my life
He is not my “Dad,” just simply my father
A Dad is a man that one would look up to and idolize
Not one that abandons his seed,
Leaving his four kids to struggle under two jobs
And leaving his high school sweetheart for prison fornication
Do not ask me to spell “dad” because it will come out as M-O-M
The only woman who worked like crazy to become successful
And succeeded, showing me I am more than just a double chin
I have perfect attendance,
But you never showed up for roll call
When my siblings and I called your name, you were screaming someone else’s
But I still don’t want to know the prison details
And I don’t mind that you were getting stoned upon my arrival
Because there is no diploma for ignorance
Just as there is no diploma for weakness
I do not have any “Daddy Issues”
So don’t you think for a second that I have a tenderness in my beating heart for you
Because how can you love someone who has only called once in seventeen years
And how can you love that someone who only called for money
And how can you love someone who “would have been a good dad”
But threw the opportunity on the ground and smothered it with a burning cigarette
Telling it to “just go to sleep” trying to make a mother be buried
A murderer can not be a Dad, just simply a father