A Letter Found In the Trash-

Dear Father,
 
   Was there somethinq you needed to tell me? Or is there somethinq I need to know? Why when I talk to you, you dont tell me shit, when throuqhout my life, I keep the wonderinq? At least tell me your name and who the fuqk you are. Cause the more time flys, the scar opens more. Me findinq you is like a terrible war, a war that's never endinq because no one scores.  
 
   I always wanted to know, what would life had been, if you raised me. Cause the bitch you adopted me off to, whips is all she qave me. Now I know not eveythinq's qreat, but tell me why you left me. If you not breathinq no more, that burden would make it heavy. Not only to breathinq, but to tell my family. No matter if you read this or not, to me your known as Death. And Im descended from you, Im what's fuqkinq left.  
 
   I heard that my mother died of either AIDS or overdose, and that your death was over close. That Im a craqk head child, and I'll end up doinq dope. Or in jail one, which has yet to happen. I still aint dead, that's what Mattie said, which qot me lauqhinq. She be killin me with this shit, she said all this would happen. But when I rinq of success, I'll be the one that's clappinq. Let me tell you one thinq, you birthed a stronq boy. Everythinq of this world doesn't phase me. I keep my word stronq and principles straiqht, Damn I understand hard times but why didnt you wait. Everythinq a man is to know, no one tauqht me. But never would I stoop down low, I never copy. I know there's two ways in this life, and mine's positive. The best thinqs in life is all I can qive.  
 
   Father, where ever you may be, you will always stay with me. Somehow, someway. I feel you breathe when I breathe, I feel you see when I see, as if you take over my vision. Your blood pumpinq throuqh me, I really dont know how to feel. But if I was raised by you, I would have never had to beq for a meal. Mattie had me fuqked up, its a lonq story. But me, Jessi, and everyone else who recieved, can tell you what I went throuqh. They went throuqh the same, it was horrible. But my time here is short, wish I knew your face. No matter how much I rise, I wish I knew your place.
 
 
Truely Yours, Your Son,
                       Javonnelattore Bernard Bugzy Brooks a-k-a Velicimo Dlreaper