The shouting,
the screams,
The fear,
you wanted seen.

Things crashing,
things being thrown,
Tears in my eyes,
What about me was so wrong?

I hated you,
I prayed you'd die,
God cave the mines,
crush his body. I don't think I'd cry

Yet here you came,
with your wicked fist,
Beating us down,
I think your mind would insist.

I guess I went through it,
and became what I am,
No perfect parent,
but teaching my son to be a better man.

I swore I would never be like you,
The screaming, cussing , whipping, all you'd do

I thank God that man is gone,
For I forgive you; and all you done.

The thing that sticks out the most,
is the feeling I got with just a toss.
Throwing a baseball with you
Showed me joy; whoever knew

You had your moments,
when i wanted you around,
When you showed love,
and you mouth made no undermining sound.

You made me who I am,
with all your despise.
and from that experience,
I'm better; My better self did arise..