Dear absent father

Tue, 12/19/2017 - 06:56 -- Arynor7

Daddy’s girl, daddy’s girl. 

That’s all I ever was, or at least wanted to be.

But do they not see.


Me and him ha, we don’t even speak. 

I was abandoned and forgotten as quickly as I was conceived.

I once believed. 

That a father could never leave 

Should never leave

Would never leave? 

I’ve heard your stories but have you heard mine dad? 

The story of my life, the good and the bad? 

I’ve never heard of an 11 year old who was so sad.  

Asking how her father could get so mad, as to get drunk and go off on the ones that he loves. 

Holding his daughter, his child, out the window by nothin but his thumbs. 

What about the good times though?

Like hey how about all those school plays? 

You saw them right dad?

No huh, oh I forgot you, were busy that day

You’ve been busy 6,205 days to be exact.

If only you could’ve cleaned up your act.

Another thing “father” that I should bring up. 

Is Marco Padilla, his name should be enough. 

It’s true what you’ve heard, he shattered my soul. 

But Maybe if I had seen you, in your manly role. 

I wouldn’t have blamed myself for the happiness he stole. 

Some days, I think I hate you, but then I start to think.

Of everything I’m blessed with and that you will always stink. 

Lets see I have a loving mom, who excuse me, works her ass off to the point where she is sore. 

A goofy little sister, who I know deserves so much more.

Grandparents who took your spot and fill it quite well. 

As far as I’m concerned, you can go to hell. 

I forgive you marquis, but your services are no longer required. 

Any takers? 

Grandpa stands up.

Bumpa, you’ve been hired.







This poem is about: 
My family



I can no longer hold in my feelings on this subject.  I’ve had this anger and emotion building up in me for so long.  So here’s what I have to say, to my father who was never there.

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