I Still Made It

This poem was written to describe the woman I've become without the support of my father.

 

I’m hurting inside

Cause I just had to swallow my pride

I had to bow down and apologize

But I wasn’t wrong you see

That man fucked me

But I talked to him raw

Like he wasn’t my paw

He is my father u know

But for me no love he shows

He talks to me like I ain’t s**t

And I just can’t take it

I was tired of backing down

After all it’s not like I’m scared

I wanted to snatch off his head

But that s**t just ain’t right

And I shouldn’t want to fight

The man that helped produce me

But from that point on he’s been of no use to me

He ain’t ever encourage me

To become the beautiful woman

I’ve grown up to me

He doesn’t even acknowledge the things I’ve done

Only the money I’ve won

And then that’s only because he wants a taste

Because after all

That’s his nose on my face

But he didn’t help me get here

And when I fell down

He didn’t help me get back

Man he ain’t my father

He don’t even feel like he my dad

I would understand his actions better if he was on drugs

Because then I could say

That’s why he don’t show no love

But he ain’t on drugs

In fact he barely drinks

So what then should I think

Cause after all I’m his seed

Yeah I made sure

I asked my mother

Are u sure he’s my daddy

Because he act like he ain’t help you have me

And she said

Baby he’s your father

So now I’m thinking to myself

Why doesn’t he bother

Dealing with me

I’m a brilliant woman

Smart, strong, beautiful, and independent

I don’t need his money

After all it’s not like if he had it

He’d give it to me anyway

I just need him to acknowledge

That I did well

And in spite of his lack of efforts

I succeeded without him

Author's Note

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Reviews

[KissDaPoet]

I enjoyed this poem I've been there im not close to my dad but we're working on it. Peace & Blessing

[perfectlymetiKulous]

Lovely poem. I can relate, and I'm sure so many people out there can relate as well...
It sucks not having a supportive father in your life. But making the best of a bad situstion is the name of this game that we call life! You articulated your point very clearly, and it was a very nice write. Can't wait to read more of your work!