To My Beautiful Daughter Poem by Seyi Akin

A tough decision I warrant you,
The last time to hold you on earths harbour
To see the eyes of the seed of my hope,
I take my exit, away without my will,
Mourning the miasma of the mismatch.
Oh innocence!
Bearing the brunt's of a venomous progenitor
This pen will keep the memory longer,
This ink will tell only but few words,
I will wait no longer, to see the cruelty of the future.
There be many, I surmise, Life is attended with several unknown
Plagued visage sees it too late,
I never planned it so,
but the immoral mien mocks my manly music
carving the caravan of this consequence,
I need must go, far away from Bitterness,
Away from venom, lest you learn evil at the glance
Though I fear, you shall
No.
But your lot was casted at the lap of a stranger
I shall speak less of pain, the manners you may learn
For parents pass it on unwittingly,
May you learn better,
As I take my leave, far away from venoms
To save your sight from bitter bellowing and rascality
I will walk this path no more,
A vengeful fury forced it upon me.
I will speak less of pain, the unsavoury manners of a woman
One last look at your innocent eyes
Beckons the floodgates of irrepressible burden,
For this will be the last time to hold.
The blood which I conceive with Love,
Is nursed in the arm of bitterness,
Someday, Tattlers will tell the story in your ears,
I shall be gone, far gone.
They made you fatherless, they conceived revenge unabated
For the undefined calumny, my sin was a mismatch with a community attender
A father once lived here, willing to defend my seed.
But conditioned by the meddling of un-weaned desires
The vengeance was determined for this exit,
The ploy of meddlers who posed in the dark to deny you fatherhood
I shall speak less of pain,
When you grow to be fatherless, Blame Bitterness,
When you grow without the hands that saw your first blood, blame revenge
When you grow up to face ignominy and spite amongst compares, blame envy
No imposed fathering will cure the vacuum,
I shall be gone, gone into silence, a long journey I warrant you
Away from trouble, away from meddlers for whom you shall see me no more,
When you grow into the arm of an imposed father or lack thereof,
Remember a father was here, who truly love you, this was cut short by untutored past
The tragedy of handlers
it was forced upon you by self will and pride
Blame envy
"Envy is a curse which blighteth creation,
envy tarnisheth the gold; envy dimmeth the silver
should envy breathe on the hot sun, it would quench it;

should she cast her evil eye on the moon,
it would be turned into blood"
When you grow to the mockery of many, blame greed
Blame lies, blame the whiles of induced collective rage invented into birthing of my vision for you.
I shall speak less of pain, I bore it alone.
I take my journey, a needful journey into unknown, away from your reach
Never again in this clime, where ego tears and vent burns the fervor of affection,

As I am deprived of the goodly influence by this end.
Whatever influences you was never by me taught.
I leave you to what I shall not henceforth be blamed upon
The result of a godless handling that I wished you were never formed to learn
Anger,
Fury
Venom
Bitter rage and more

I shall cross this vale before another,
But the latter lies ahead of us all,
Turn after turn we must tell the path we forced upon innocence
There are dangers I warrant you,
There are pitfalls,

The world is a cockpit of misery,
Mine is first unleashed by this (Divorce) to your hurt
Painfully, I shall not be there to defend you, it was not my plan
There cannot be two captains in a sane sail

I leave you in the hands of the Maker
To my beautiful daughter

Au revoir