Transparent father:
It's funny that I'm even writing about you,
When the last time we met was the first time we met age 12.
What I did to you I still don't have a clue,
All I know is that you left not me I'm the one who should be getting answers, not you.
Was it the way I cried the day you set eyes on me, was it my skin colour that was to light, or maybe the smell I had being born in this pathetic place called life?
There I go again asking questions when I know I did you no wrong I've always been right, but I'm not going to let my ego get in the way of expressing my thoughts tonight!
No! Tonight I feel like exposing you, since you thought I'd die, I see how you be looking at my life from a distant, I'm supporting my wife, I'm the better you how does it feel knowing you have a son who's doing alright? Yet you did nothing for him accept claiming to have given him life?
I've been over you the day you left my mother to raise me alone alright, so don't be getting funny ideas thinking that we ever needed you we had God in our lives.
I bet you thought this day wouldn't come right ? A day where your own would go against you make you see the wrongs you did in your own life?
You old now, almost ready to go 6 feet right, everyone around you are dying slowly right? This right here may sound cold but it's life! You got 50 kids or more you decided to support accept me making that number odd to 49, how old are you now old man maybe 65? The day I visit you will be when you in your grave aged 69!
C