To My Father
This is a poem I wrote for one of my friends who’s currently experiencing this situation. This isn’t my reality but instead I chose to write a very short poem about their story.
See I was no hood kid getting to trouble at the age of eight.
Never had a father dealing real estate.
Was just an average kid waiting to take my place
In a world so full of hate.
Just trying to spread love so I hope y’all appreciate.
I don’t care bout the hate, cuz now it’s my time.
Got real life to worry bout, ain’t no time for that once upon a time
Got no time for negativity, I got no time for these lies.
I’m just trying to inspire my people after I spit a rhyme
I hope y’all ready cuz I’m aboutta paint a picture.
Daddy comes hone late from work and mommy crying reading a scripture
Mommy wants someone to lean on but daddy ditched her
For a woman who’s younger and richer, it’s sad to think but it’s a reality that’s getting bigger.
About the Creator
Karim OT
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