To The Father I'll Never Know Poem by Kendra Evans

To the man that created me,
then left me behind,
it took me years to realize that my father figure wasn't at all mine.

I felt it for years,
but never wanted to ask.
Because the respect I had for my mother
wouldn't allow me to say any of that.

Now I am close to 30,
and the woman I am is bold enough now,
to wonder where have you been?
And what would make you leave your child?

There are many things that have happened,
during my near thirty years of life,
And since I'll probably never know you
I guess I'll let the universe decide.

I grew up very well,
at least better than most below the poverty line.
Mama didn't have much but not for lack of trying.

She would have given us the clothes off her back,
if it were ever necessary.
She practically did for most of the years

I went on to grow as normal people do.
Even after my father figure,
told me my virginity was supposed to be his.

I didn't let my past hold me down
I continue to grow
and wear my proud black woman crown,
through ever corridor.

I have to beautiful boys,
they are the center of my life.
My main goal for them,
is that they are around for my grandchildren
and raise them up right.

I am a little educated
in both books and street smarts.
Sometimes people get mad at me
Because I've wanted more.

It's funny how mama
always treated me as if I am destined for greatness.
I guess, because who ever you are
she always knew I was going places.