Your first acts as I was entering into this world were to show up late for my own birth and forget to take the lens cap off of the video recorder while you said that I looked like E. T. It didn't really get much better from there. As a boy I wanted you to love me. As a man I have come to accept that you are who you are. One of my more intense moments Wth my dad when I was younger was when he was cutting my hair and cut off a peice of my ear. When I started to scream and tried to get away he hit me. He hit me with the very same scissors He had just finished using to cut me I still have the notch in my ear. One of the more intense moments When I was older was forgiving you enough to come And to see you during my spring break when my sister Told me you were sick. It had been 4 years since we had seen or heard from him I was still working through a lot of my feelings about him I had gotten to a point where I would just say He is my dad and I love him But I never really dealt with the actual feelings that I felt I just simply pushed them under and didn't allow myself to feel Feel the anger at what you did to me and my mom and my sister The anger and frustration that you had so many chances Chances to step up and actually show us that you could be a Good man and do the right thing by us Only to fail everytime My defence was to repress I never wanted to allow myself to Show the anger and the frustration that was building up I didn't want to be like you And I have always been very sensitive and empathetic I would rather let people beat up on me Pick on me Because I was afraid of what I might do if I stood up for myself Let that anger release What happened if I wouldn't be able to stop it And I did something that Iregretted You never really liked that about me either I was sensitive, overweight, and loved to read I would much rather read a good book than go and play sports You never really understood me that way Looking back at that little boy that I was then More than anything else Even after everything you did to us I just wanted you to love and accept me Looking back at that little boy I have realized as a man that it is ok to be sensitive It is ok to cry for others and to have that empathy And to truly be able to feel what others are going through And truly wanting to help There is nothing wrong with anger Sometimes there are things in this world That we should be angry about But it's using that anger and righteous indignation To fuel you to create change It's only when you hold it in that bitterness can manifest As a man, I have also learned that everything I have gone through Has led me to the point I am now With the hindsight I have now I can forgive you And let go of everything Because I realize now as a man That you shaped who I am just as much as anything else And even though I might be dissapointed by your actions I realize that it is just who you are And I just have to accept that. So as a man I look at the what is going on today in the present And I see that there are so many people lost So many people who are hurting like me I want to help these people Help them to grow So they can get past the pain and frustration and guilt To help the youth of today So they don't have to make the same mistakes I made So that they can grow up to be better men And they can grow up to be better women As a man I see my future I see my path And I know You probably don't have That much longer to go But I do know that I want to be an agent of change A person who makes their mark A person who is willing to step up for those Who can not step up for themselves I see my future very clearly I know what I must do As a man I must fight To help other get to the light.
An older poem I wrote a couple of years ago when I first started seriously writing again.
This is beautiful and very well written!
"That you shaped who I am just as much as anything else
And even though I might be dissapointed by your actions
I realize that it is just who you are
And I just have to accept that."
That's my favourite part.
Ohh..woooow..its big but very nicely written the whole story...the realisation...to me my dad means the world watever it be...he yells he shouts but I know I could never take it to heart because at the end of the day i would still love him and he would still love me..:)...very nicely written fabulous...
I like this a lot, and somehow I don't really feel relate to the dad part, maybe since i'm not that close to my dad then I think... But then, I still like it a lot!
ANyways, I thin it's great!
I really like this. And though I can't relate with the father part, I could very much relate if it was my mother. Great job
Posted 12 Years Ago
12 Years Ago
Thank you. This is a much older poem, but I still wanted to share it with you guys. It carries piece.. read moreThank you. This is a much older poem, but I still wanted to share it with you guys. It carries piece of my story.
My name is Ahmad and I have posted a lot of my poetry on hellopoetry.com but I wanted to check out this site and see if I can start posting and reading poetry here. more..