- Jun 17, 2003
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- Occupation
- My occupation is whatever I do that requires focus
Now.....I wrote this a while ago...and I hope this doesn't offend or open any wounds....but I hope somone feels it.
I never knew my father. In fact…
when I offered his reply was…..
why bother?
Due to the mental limitations of His adolescent capacity…
he even had the audacity to ask me……
”Uh…. What do you need me fo”…
”haven’t you been living just fine
for the past 17 years..before your
Mother told you that you were mine?”
OUCH! Talk about a rude wake-up call
the man who made me...
Nothing more than sperm donor…
hardly a man at all….
More like a thief in the night
the crosshairs of his sights
set on her sacred innocence She……..
defenseless against He ……relentless assault on...
Her soul…Her soul….Her…….. Soul.
More than her body you Stole…away
after the so-called “romp in the hay”...and
as dreamtime gave way to sunshine…..
she awoke to the realization
of a new creation a...precious… souvenir of sorts
aginst your wishes...she
carried him to term never considering to abort… her
son. George was his name….
the same as yours….eyes chocolate brown…
the same as yours…. High cheekbones nice and round…
the same as yours…
you and I share features….maybe
even a name….
But pleeze refrain from being vain
it was not the resemblance to you…but
the angels in my smile that kept
her sane….. through and
through… when… times were lean and….
hot plates were far few and…
in between…but regardless of
how bad things would seem
she only had kind wordz….nothing mean
escaped her lips about you and your …
quick witted soulful sensuous quips and…
I love you head trips..but
only to walk away
from your responsibility
found out she was late and
responded with some typical
“it aint mine” type hostility
but she never let on
about this and that.. or about...
why you left her wearing the
unisex hat….
Both mom and dad...
two jobs….One Woman…Hmmmn….
Not bad……
she raised a good son.
maybe it was best you left..without your bull****...
she focused on us…thus…
making me her number one
So when I called you
out of the blue…..It wasn’t
because I was angry or
needed something material from you
mom never even asked nor
told me to….just wanted it for my
own peace of mind…To say I made an attempt
at connecting the dots and
tried to find…and..
even though you….
never had the courage to…
come and see….how I was… or
what I… grew up to be…
You see……
I’m not mad at you for making a baby…
but denying it was yours….Shiiit
I can even lived with being named George
It’s the other title…. I used to get mad at….you know……
the one that starts with a B …
I know I’m not that know….but here’s some food for thought
“if you’re the one that left…then….
who’s the true Bastard…….YOU or ME ?“
I never knew my father. In fact…
when I offered his reply was…..
why bother?
Due to the mental limitations of His adolescent capacity…
he even had the audacity to ask me……
”Uh…. What do you need me fo”…
”haven’t you been living just fine
for the past 17 years..before your
Mother told you that you were mine?”
OUCH! Talk about a rude wake-up call
the man who made me...
Nothing more than sperm donor…
hardly a man at all….
More like a thief in the night
the crosshairs of his sights
set on her sacred innocence She……..
defenseless against He ……relentless assault on...
Her soul…Her soul….Her…….. Soul.
More than her body you Stole…away
after the so-called “romp in the hay”...and
as dreamtime gave way to sunshine…..
she awoke to the realization
of a new creation a...precious… souvenir of sorts
aginst your wishes...she
carried him to term never considering to abort… her
son. George was his name….
the same as yours….eyes chocolate brown…
the same as yours…. High cheekbones nice and round…
the same as yours…
you and I share features….maybe
even a name….
But pleeze refrain from being vain
it was not the resemblance to you…but
the angels in my smile that kept
her sane….. through and
through… when… times were lean and….
hot plates were far few and…
in between…but regardless of
how bad things would seem
she only had kind wordz….nothing mean
escaped her lips about you and your …
quick witted soulful sensuous quips and…
I love you head trips..but
only to walk away
from your responsibility
found out she was late and
responded with some typical
“it aint mine” type hostility
but she never let on
about this and that.. or about...
why you left her wearing the
unisex hat….
Both mom and dad...
two jobs….One Woman…Hmmmn….
Not bad……
she raised a good son.
maybe it was best you left..without your bull****...
she focused on us…thus…
making me her number one
So when I called you
out of the blue…..It wasn’t
because I was angry or
needed something material from you
mom never even asked nor
told me to….just wanted it for my
own peace of mind…To say I made an attempt
at connecting the dots and
tried to find…and..
even though you….
never had the courage to…
come and see….how I was… or
what I… grew up to be…
You see……
I’m not mad at you for making a baby…
but denying it was yours….Shiiit
I can even lived with being named George
It’s the other title…. I used to get mad at….you know……
the one that starts with a B …
I know I’m not that know….but here’s some food for thought
“if you’re the one that left…then….
who’s the true Bastard…….YOU or ME ?“