singleparenthousehold
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Yo dad
You remember signing my birth certificate?
I bet you were so glad
What about when I first got my ears pierced
You remember right
You were there when I shed those tears
Can a love be forever binding?
To return when others cripple
As thought of extraneous suitors sour.
Relic of the time that has tick tocked,
Souvenir of the heart's gift shop,
You confront me with your fears and all your selfish desires
But have you ever thought that your obstacles or hurdles you've compiled?
You never lifted a finger or even got off your ass
It’s hard to miss something you never really had, But that’s all part of not having a dad Don’t get me wrong, I wish he were here, But like always he’s no where near. He’d be angry to know I’ve lost all respect,
I'm a statistic because of my family.I'm the derivative of a broken home.A shattered background of instability and hardship defines me.The remnants of my childhood are just bits and pieces
