Dear, Dad

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1811 e frankford rd apt 1807
United States
33° 0' 1.6128" N, 96° 53' 22.9488" W

Dear, Dad

 

   I’ll let the memories of a broken heart explain my broken tears. I remember that day when you ripped a piece of me away the world went dark flooded with my tears but you don’t remember it that way do you? My brother was my best friend and like any brother to a sister he was also a little monster. Mommy brought him to you so a bond that was broken could be glued together. But why the devil was smiling hiding behind you something we could not see. My brother loved getting into trouble and found what any kid would that his punishment was unfair. Your ears wrapped around your mind as the figure behind you whispered what you wanted to hear i felt it. When we went to pick him up, you closed the cage and threw away the key. We fought we brought a war to get him back but it wasn’t enough your darkness full of laughter and ignorance kept pushing. Not loved is the words I heard. My brother thought the being grounded was the worst thing ever put it inside his 4 years old brain and let his imagination take place. There fore you believed that my mom wasn’t capable of taking care of him. My mom loved us, I’m not just saying that she was our angles pushing us to greatness and we both new it she never would hurt us, but you did. Not physical but the abuse of not having a dad around and when we talked on the phone you ripped my heart as the words of not caring about me slipped from your mouth and sunk into my ears those words echoed and as they echoed my tears triggered almost every night. And you know was there to wipe them away? My mom. I felt the tears turn into rage I felt the rage take over me all I wanted was to punch a wall and release my anger. I don’t want to become you I don’t want my reflection to be you. How could someone who never really was there say those things about someone who opened their heart and stood by us how could a child see there own dad was capable of that kind of evilness. Everyone I meet has a brother, but I have a memory of mine but it still hurts I would get so lonely I could literally feel the emptiness take over me I felt nothing but the blood of happiness leave me the blood of my own brother. I have a brother but with all the brainwashing you’ve done I don’t know if he is you put that hole of pain into me and you don’t even care. I feel nothing when I hear your name no pain no sadness just memories that I try to forget. God is the only father I have and the only one that will forever love me. If your eyes weren’t covered with red and possessed with evil I would actually say I love you but all I can say is that I forgive you. My veins that flowed with rage and tears cleared why my father held my hand ass cried I learned to forgive you. I don’t know if you care or not but I’m 14 now and I’m happy. The darkness suddenly disappeared and the light of love and care wrapped around me I never really needed your love I just need my mom’s and my fathers.

 

                                                   By: Zoriah Smith-Bruce

This poem is about: 
My family

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