I Miss My Dad

My dad had a straight up      
way of saying things      
that would always make me flinch      
I always wanted to dolly up      
my words make um where dresses      
he had a simplistic view of the world      
seeing things head on      
no blind spots blocking his view      
he would talk to me      
bout not wearing too much makeup      
he said I didn't need it      
I rebelled masking my face      
under a macabre veil      
womanizer he was      
made me not trust men      
to stick around      
though he did for me      
my real mom a schizophrenic      
abandoned me      
my step-ma wanted him      
to give me up for adoption      
never did you see a man fight for a baby      
as he did with me      
so many wars raged in our household over me    
an angel in his sight a devil to her      
I hated my step-ma      
was glad when he chased      
her down the street screaming      
for checking up on him at work      
while he was out with his mistress      
I loved this lady she was kind to me      
gave me hot coco and had a big beautiful house      
lot's of fun I had playing there      
I miss my dad he comes to me in dreams often      
not my deceased mom who I love      
though never had an understanding of      
my dad loved cars, ladies and me      
I wish I could hear what he was saying      
when he was speaking wisdom to me      
with his easy laid back country way      
(Author's note my dad died when I was eighteen on his way to work)
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published | Edited 15th Mar 2014
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