A Hurt Son's Thoughts Poem by Tameeka Smith

You get upset
When you are called father
But do you really
Think that you deserve
To be called dad
You were sent away
To prison
When my brother and I
Were 1 and three
God blessed you
To have your sentence reduced tremendously
You are about to be free
I can't believe
That we are the last ones
On your list that you are trying to see
My brother and I
Are wondering why
Is it too much
For you to be a father to us
My mother doesn't understand
You got us sitting back thinking wow
I swear on this very day
I made a vow
That I will never
Abandon, disrespect or hurt
The mother of my child