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Poem of the Day For : 10/22/2014



Category: Teen Poems
Subcategory: Hate Poems by Teens

Votes: 34
Rating: 4.68

I wrote this poem when I was 16, it's about my physically and mentally abusive dad who I went to live with at the age of 8. I had just got out of foster care, I was in foster care for 3 years do to the neglect of my mother and sexual abuse of her boyfriend at age 5. My foster family ''couldn't'' adopt me and my mother never showed up for visitation, or when she did she was drunk. All she had to do was parenting classes to get me back, but instead I ended up with my ''so called father''.

My So Called Father

© Abbey


When I leave, I won't be back,
all my shit is already packed.
I hope you are happy for what you have done,
now the only kid you have, is your son.
When I get married, you will not be there,
that way you know what it feels like, for someone not to care.
When I have a child, it you will not see,
this is payback for what you have done to me.
How you kept me locked up, as your prisoner to smother,
and how the only one you cared about was my brother.
It's your fault it has to be this way,
maybe you will realize that, someday.
I know it's not good to have so much hate,
there is no way it can change, it's too late.
I hope this kills you for the rest of your life,
just knowing that I will be his wife.
We will have kids that we love the same,
they will be treated equally, not one always get the blame.
I know how it feels to get that end of the deal,
to go to bed crying, without a meal.
My kids will never be neglected like I was,
because I know how much damage on a life that does.
You have no idea what you have done,
maybe you shouldn't have gave, only to your son.
Now you have no daughter, only the son you loved more,
so remember all this, when you see me walk out the door....

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