He lost his life for her.
Everyday he worked.
Hours upon hours,
until he lay still in the dirt.
He died with a smile,
but on everyone else's face,
sat the most uneasy frown.
For they knew his child,
wasn't his child.
At the age of twenty,
he met the girl he'd always see.
She did absolutely nothing,
but to him she was unique.
She had no job,
she didn't cook nor clean.
But the way she smiled,
made his life complete.
He worked eighty hour weeks,
just to give her everything she ever wanted,
or could need.
Still each day he left,
many guys,
she would meet.
So many in fact,
that when she became pregnant,
there was no way to know,
who the father could be.
So he would be the only father,
this child would see.
He was so in love,
he didn't question.
Essentially quite desperate for acceptance.
For the child,
wasn't even his complexion.
Many in his family,
attempted to teach him a lesson.
Told him everything,
but he would never accept it.
Through the years,
three more kids were conceived.
And not,
a single one,
came from his seed.
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