Dear Daddy, <br />Or should I call you Father? <br />Or Dad? <br />I think I'll stick to the point <br />The way you stuck it to my mother, <br />You self-serving, self-righteous bastard <br />You killed my faith <br />Before it was even born <br />I am the cynic of all cynics, <br />The only one who knows and sees what anger can do <br />When placed in the right black hole <br />The place where my heart should be <br />Thanks, Dad <br />Thanks for everything <br />Without your selfishness, <br />Dozens of therapists <br />Would have had to look elsewhere <br />For their big payoff, <br />Their solid income, <br />You're feeding the wealthy, Father! <br />You're everything I fight <br />Everyday, <br />While I sit here, hammer in hand, <br />Ready to build a house for a woman <br />With three kids, <br />Two jobs, <br />And no future <br />She believed in a man once too, <br />And as I look at that woman, <br />With the three kids and two jobs and wasted life, <br />All I can see is my mother, <br />With her three kids, two jobs and wasted life <br />And it really hits home, you know? <br />No, you wouldn't <br />You weren't home to witness my downfalls <br />And my tears, <br />And my lessons <br />Would you be proud of me? <br />Would you be glad that you fathered a girl <br />Who would become the hope of dozens of women <br />Just like the one you abandoned? <br />How should I know? <br />I was the one left behind, remember? <br /><br />Amanda Saveley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-daddy-2/
