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He had his nineteen fifties outdated belt, I felt a quick pop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.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
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He had his nineteen fifties outdated belt, I felt a quick pop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.
