• Being born i was unaware of what would come my way
    I laughed, cried and stared out at the light of day,
    My parents were my everything, and now one is gone
    He did not die but of course he left me, his little fawn.
    I cried and cried, waiting for his return,
    But all i could do is wait for my heart to churn
    My father, my hero, my one and only dad.
    It was always like he was all that i had.
    I would always hear his engine when he would sell dope at night.
    And i would clench my chest, showing my heart that i could fight.
    He would come back, money in his palm.
    And say this is for you, so you won't be a bum.
    Till one night he went crazy he smoked to much dope.
    He thought i was against him and washed me away like soap.
    Then he left and hasn't returned, every thing unclean,
    And im just sitting here typing my sadness in this screen
    My family says he's crazy and all i can do is listen
    But when i see him in my head it was never now, it was then.
    I think back in the past and see how he loved me
    He would sell dope, take lives, and all that for money.
    I still love my dad, no matter what he's done
    But i dont think he will come back, for what he did was run.
    Now i'm not the only one, typing or writing a poem,
    But also my dear sister, crying inside filling the cup to the brim.
    So now i've decided that what i have now is what i've got
    My sisters and my mom, they were the ones who actually fought.
    I will continue to write leaving my past in these notes,
    Though maybe things will go on, like never ending roads.

    Much Love, to my family.... i wrote this mainly for my dad. Who, left me alone.