When people ask about my father
I hardly ever reply.
When I think of all the pain he caused
I just shake my head and sigh.
When I remember the way he treated me
I used to ask Mum why.
I used to weep at night alone,
Wishing I could try.
To make him love me as his own,
A daughter he would want.
To make him forget my skin tone and features
But I know he wont.
Even when he pretended,
I knew it wasn’t true.
He’d never think of me as his
For years it left me blue.
I knew he’d never love me
Even when I was a child
And when I reached my teen years
The thought of him made me wild.
I hated what he did to me,
I hated how I felt.
But I never wished ill on him ever
And that was how I dealt
With all the hurt and all the pain
I was still very polite
I used to wonder if he even liked me
I used to hope he might.
My Daddy is a lost cause
So now I’m moving on.
I have my own life and a child now…
Thoughts of Dad be gone.