Why, Daddy, Why?

Why, Daddy, Why?

A Poem by Tyrae'
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Not knowing your father...

"

Why, Daddy, why?

Were you not around when I was 5?

Don't understand,

But I am alive

Because of you.

 

You send money when you want to

Make excuses about why you do what you do

I know you have a family, over there.

But I'm your first daughter, and I'm here.

Spending time with my sisters and brother

Is fun, it's great.

But you were the one that was late

5 years late...

Spend time with me for once...

Let's go somewhere just me and you.

Not everyone.

 

Daddy, it's not my fault that I don't know you.

I don't know how to ask for things

Because honestly,

You're a stranger to me.

Mostly cause you're way on the other side of the country

And I don't see you but a few weeks

In the summer...

 

But now, I'm getting older.

And I have only two more summers

Before college.

I really need to manage

My time.

So I can't come as often as I used to

Maybe not ever anymore...

 

Daddy, what did you ever do for me to earn that name?

You send some money

Invite me into your home

But do you even know me?

I know you're trying hard

That I can see...

But will you always avoid that question I ask you?

When I ask you why you weren't around when I was born,

Why do your eyes get shifty?

Could it be that you're feeling guilty?

Why don't you just suck it up and answer me?

I want to know,

I can't let you get off this time...

You have to answer it...

Or I can't think of you as anything more than a stranger...

I know my stepmom,

I know my sisters,

I know my brother,

But I don't know you...

And how can you love someone completely,

If you don't really know them?

 

 

© 2011 Tyrae'


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Added on June 23, 2011
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Tyrae'
Tyrae'

Hampton, GA



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