Not like you

You spat at me for being me,
cursed me for being born;
for not being who you wanted me to be.

I know it sounds bad,
but never again will I call you my dad.



Poetry by PrincessBon
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Written on 2016-01-28 at 14:54

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Sometimes "father" is a hard word to say.
2016-02-03



Delight in your uniqueness, and forgive those who refuse to accept you as you are. And stay away from them, they are no good for you.
Ashe
2016-01-28


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
You are you - your own person
Ken
2016-01-28