My Father Was A Loser.
My Father Was A Punk.
My Father Was Abussive.
My Father Was A Drunk.
My Father Was Stricked.
My Father Was Mean.
My Father Did Drugs.
My Father Was A Feen.
On My 13th Birthday, My Father Left My Mom.
Ever Since Then, My Life Became Calm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem, nice word choice and rhyme. Check out Harsh Farewell by Gouda Moon-similar theme.