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Aug 2015
Sometimes my Dad is not my
Father.
And sometimes my mom is not my
Mother.

My Father is FATE,
FATHER AND THE ENEMY,
My Father is FAKE,
FATHER AND KILLS ENTHUSIASM
My Father is FORK
FATHER OF ROBBED KINDNESS.

I dont respect Him,
Well that's what people say.
What about the decisions He took for me?
Acting like all my doors are locked and He is the Key!
Ending all the visions l had for my future
Deciding that my degree should alter
Telling me that He has my best interest at Heart coz He is my Father,
Begged mom to change His mind but, you know at times She isn't my mother,
Sometimes She is a Nail and my dad is a Hammer
everytime He goes bhaa bhaa, She is Shhh shhh
What I mean is, my mom kneels and dad sits on Her head.

My father is my enemy,
Sometimes he is my friend
Yes he loves me, but his deeds
proves otherwise.
He is all l need
but he makes me look stupid when lm wise
l dont know if l should say I love him or hate him
or a little bit of both
l just dont know but
my father is fate
Written by
Siyanda Crypticpoet Buthelezi  Empangeni, South Africa
(Empangeni, South Africa)   
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