Father Poem by francheska rosado

what father? ?
i don't know what you speak of i know my father is my mother she gave me life. she gave me inspiration made me see how would life would be without having a father living in my house. father you say well i speak the truth and i know he aint my father. made my family have hell, put me through misery. one i thought that would hold my hand tell me he loves me but he left he aint a men his a child trap in a grown men body. he didn't get his message about responsibility of what is to take care of a child, he nothing but a minor frown. he left when i was five. didn't think about now thinking he could be free if he leaves but now he just an old ugly guy living who knows where with who knows what with his misery and the despair of what he got into now. thinking he could come back o hell no he must be laughing because he aint my father he a stranger to me no matter if he put me in this world of nightmares. he gave his sperm and didn't realize what he had was a baby who loved him what ashamed but now a baby who grew up and wants him to fall to the ground because i really don't care. i aint got no father my father is my mother and she makes me proud