Every year, there is always this one day to remind me of my bastard status
A day to remind me that I have no bloodline in this society of ours
They call it father’s day but to me it has always been a May Day
A thought I have always wanted to keep at bay
I still wonder what went through his mind to make him run
At least he could have stayed like a real man
For I am the living evidence that he had the balls
Instead of leaving baby mama heavy and heart broken in closed doors
So I had to grow up with no father figure
Dealing with daddy issues as I got bigger
So please be easy on me when my every quote begins with momma says
Cause she was my world and hero in both my bright and my dark days
I wish he stayed to see the sperm that won
And even a little longer to see what a fine man it has now grown
But don’t get me wrong, I aint crying over the milk he spilt
I am doing just fine like wine as the days are spent
And soon my time will come that I must cross the bridge
And I hope my balls will be bigger than my daddy’s
Big enough to make me stay and see the wonder that resides within my loins
So that my son will not have to sit up late on a father’s day eve writing bastard poems
JUNE 20 SAT 2015©
Written by Solomon Muhoro , an avid poet and a human resource manager
At least he could have stayed like a real man
For I am the living evidence that he had the balls
Instead of leaving baby mama heavy and heart broken in closed doors
So I had to grow up with no father figure
Dealing with daddy issues as I got bigger
So please be easy on me when my every quote begins with momma says
Cause she was my world and hero in both my bright and my dark days
I wish he stayed to see the sperm that won
And even a little longer to see what a fine man it has now grown
But don’t get me wrong, I aint crying over the milk he spilt
I am doing just fine like wine as the days are spent
And soon my time will come that I must cross the bridge
And I hope my balls will be bigger than my daddy’s
Big enough to make me stay and see the wonder that resides within my loins
So that my son will not have to sit up late on a father’s day eve writing bastard poems
JUNE 20 SAT 2015©
Written by Solomon Muhoro , an avid poet and a human resource manager
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