I felt a different way today
A way I have never felt

I remember thirteen
When dad took me down with his belt

It wasn't abuse, just one good smack
Now father's no more even touch, or hold their child's hand's

Father's I see dont care as they used to
Now their to fixated on their job's and their woohoo's

Thirteen, the day when I cussed out pop's
He had his nineteen fifties outdated belt, I felt a quick pop

On my knees I dropped, cried only for a little
Afterwards a smile, dad realized I had giggled

Wiggling out of the sticky situation
Only young and dumb, a look complacent

But dad taught me something, even of myself
Dont take your child for granted. Show your child your love felt.