One Of Seven - Poem by Lizzy Scott
Born one of seven,
Parents without a job…
Dad left him at eleven
Mommas tired and lost,
And everywhere he looks then he sees
So much hurt and pain…
Will it ever cease?
He thinks there is no god, no hope,
He thinks he was betrayed with no
Love, no peace, no kindness in the world….
And with momma raising seven kids,
She prays to God, and hope he lives
But in her Childs eyes all she sees is pain..
Why was he gave this deck of cards,
In school fights, and stealing cars,
A trouble child this makes no sense at all…
Has he been loved so he can love,
Has he broken hearts because
He believes his father left because of him…..
Good for what he has been through,
Though looked down upon he thinks from you,
Lord show him how to be a better man…
He was beaten, bruised, and hurt by him,
The love he should have given stretched thin
And he thought you had made no uttered sound…
But everywhere he looks then he sees
are Gods fingerprints….
And gets on his knees…
I pray to God of earth and sky,
Are you there, it feels like I
Am all alone and have no guiding hand….
I’m a daddy now, but I left her
Before my child is even born oh,
Lord please help me to be a better man…
Are fathers kind, are fathers nice,
I haven’t known since mine beat me,
But I do know I love my little girl…
And he heard him say….
You will be so kind, you will be so nice,
Oh Matthew she will be your wife,
And every day your little girl shall smile…
You’re nothing like your father…..
He was beaten
He was bruised,
He had pain like he gave you,
But Matthew you shall triumph over it.
He was weak, I am strong.
He let his pain take over for so long…
I have watched when you have cried
I was there when you wish he had died,
Pain has sought you out before,
But everything I see is good,
And I have changed you into what would
Have been your father, kind and gentle.
I was there when you found love,
I’ll be there when you hear your baby’s cry,
And when you propose to the love of your life.
Pain is not fun, trust me, I know.
But it shaped you,
And led you to go into my house
Where I have waited,
into the house where you gave your life to me.
Look back at where you used to be,
Now look at where you are,
And tell me if you think you are now a better man?
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