Nov 2018
Can I still call you father?
You’re a stereotypical black father, you forsaken us and expected us to show you respect that you never truly deserve which makes it a lot harder. I question everything I do because in the end I pray I’m not like you, which makes it funny because all my life I’ve been taught that I’m the spitting image of you, which makes me hate looking in the mirror because now all I imagine is you.
When we meet I’d love to ask you one question, why create me? I don’t know your plan but I understand that everything has a purpose but what I want to know is why create me then forsaken me? Why would you bless me with poor vision, a weak will, a fragile body, low self-esteem, single mother struggling to get by just so you could teach me a lesson about life? When in actual fact if you stayed and guided me like you did your famous son I too could have been great.
God, am I still able to call you father?
Can I still call you mother?
You gave birth to me, you nurtured me, you gave me everything I need to survive, yet I have forsaken you. You give me food and a place to live yet I still spit on you, I hurt you on a daily basis all in the pursuit of success, you give me precious gifts of life yet in return all I bring to you is death, Mother I see you bleeding and crying, and yet even though I see it, even though I know your dying, I chase my selfish obsession of being a success.
Earth, do I still have the right to call you Mother?
I’m allowed to call you a ***** right?
We’ve been together for quite some time now, and honestly you’ve been truly mean to me, you made me question my entire identity, you drove me to the brink of insanity, you made me feel so fragile because I no longer feel the sense of invincibility, and all for what? Just so you can prove to yourself that you’re in control. I use to love you but now I loath you, I fear you, I can’t truly be me anymore because all of the **** you did to me, I blamed myself for when in actual fact it was all on you boo, honey I’ve come to realize, that you and I were meant be, mortal enemies,but I still love you for making me wake up to the fact that we were never meant be,together as one.
So in Life, I do have the right to call you a *****
You’re a stereotypical black father, you forsaken us and expected us to show you respect that you never truly deserve which makes it a lot harder. I question everything I do because in the end I pray I’m not like you, which makes it funny because all my life I’ve been taught that I’m the spitting image of you, which makes me hate looking in the mirror because now all I imagine is you.
When we meet I’d love to ask you one question, why create me? I don’t know your plan but I understand that everything has a purpose but what I want to know is why create me then forsaken me? Why would you bless me with poor vision, a weak will, a fragile body, low self-esteem, single mother struggling to get by just so you could teach me a lesson about life? When in actual fact if you stayed and guided me like you did your famous son I too could have been great.
God, am I still able to call you father?
Can I still call you mother?
You gave birth to me, you nurtured me, you gave me everything I need to survive, yet I have forsaken you. You give me food and a place to live yet I still spit on you, I hurt you on a daily basis all in the pursuit of success, you give me precious gifts of life yet in return all I bring to you is death, Mother I see you bleeding and crying, and yet even though I see it, even though I know your dying, I chase my selfish obsession of being a success.
Earth, do I still have the right to call you Mother?
I’m allowed to call you a ***** right?
We’ve been together for quite some time now, and honestly you’ve been truly mean to me, you made me question my entire identity, you drove me to the brink of insanity, you made me feel so fragile because I no longer feel the sense of invincibility, and all for what? Just so you can prove to yourself that you’re in control. I use to love you but now I loath you, I fear you, I can’t truly be me anymore because all of the **** you did to me, I blamed myself for when in actual fact it was all on you boo, honey I’ve come to realize, that you and I were meant be, mortal enemies,but I still love you for making me wake up to the fact that we were never meant be,together as one.
So in Life, I do have the right to call you a *****
