Kristopher Gathright

Rookie (02Feb83 / Memphis TN)

Father Figure - Poem by Kristopher Gathright

Look thru my eyes and tell me does this amaze you.
It doesn't shock me but it's true.
To know the one you call your daughter calls me daddy.
I feed her and cloth her.
I change her dapier and tuck her in at night.
I'm the man of my house.
But you have the nerve to look me in my eyes and say she's not mines.
Not by blood that is true.
But in her eyes I'm realier then you.
I'm her everything and her only.
Walkin around, yellin you a grown man.
But how you gone be a man when you don't know what that is.
You are not real.
It's crazy to not exsits.
Your just a ghost.
A lost soul that hasn't found himself.
But your not dead like a ghost.
Your alive and well but just lost.
Maybe when you find out how to be a man.
You can come around and see your daughter again.
Better yet, just come around and I'll show you how to be a man.

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  • Rookie Stacey Hudak-grant (3/28/2008 2:09:00 AM)

    Nicely done! ! Very well said. This should be printed billboards for shitty fathers to see. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 24, 2008

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