For fathers who where never there.
My dad was a man,
That was true to his word,"
He was an OG Gangster,
He could get on your nerves.
He done many things,
That were wrong you see,"
His Puerto Rican pride,
Was his priority
He didn't care much,
What other people would say,"
He would beat you to the ground,
Then want to pray,"
Forgive me lord,
For what I did today,”
It was not my fault,
But they were getting in the way.
He had an excuse,
To justify himself,"
He never took the blame,
It was always somebody else.
And when he left us,
Me, my sisters, and my mom,"
Without realizing,
That he was causing us harm.
It hurt so much,
When he moved away,"
I cried, because he lied,
All I could do was pray.
He knows that he hurt us,
More than once before,"
He promised to be there,
But kept on just like before,"
The look in your eyes,
The sadness face,"
I kept telling him dad,
Please no more mistakes,"
Can't take your lies,
Not like this anymore,"
He kept telling us lies,
Yet never knew the score,"
What's wrong with me?
He kept saying to himself,"
They don't deserve to be hurt,
They just need somebody else,","
They are the angels in the sky,
From the heavens above
He repeated and he pleaded.
Yet he stood there by himself.
To be judge the same as once,
He did while in his prime.
Well only god can judge you,
I think we’ve done our time.
This is dedicated to my children a poem of reality guilt and truth.
Love your dad JC
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