Like Father, Like Son. . .Or Not.
Imagined a father figure, and yet the picture goes. .
Onto a bitter road, with me wishing that he played a bigger role
And it triggered woes inside of me that had instant purpose. .
Then it littered blows, but my emergence of tears never hit the surface
I'm not a vengeful person. See, God sheds light on the darkest hour. .
Even threads of courage are given to the most startled cowards
You're my bottled power, my motivation, my relentless tool. .
To do all things that you considered, but you didn't do
A pretentious fool. You stayed in denial, and in demand. .
Yet you could NEVER manage to raise this child into a man?
You're a fictitious fan, a fairy tale in every black boy's strife. .
A restricted plan. A trendy span in every black boy's life
My pride was broken in worst ways, disheveled, mistrust. .
With your consistent missing of birthdays and scheduled pick-ups
You tricked us, so now I see why I love her cause. .
I wanna strive to be. .I wanna be the Father, my Mother was
Her smothering love embraced me. A whirlwind of comfort. .
That made the sunshine brighter, and the world spin in wonder
And at nights I pondered the whys or the, whether it's. .
Or why she could've cursed you, and yet she never did
'Better rid. .your hatred'; Her words locked and true. .
But I just didn't care about it . .and that part I got from you
A lot of fuel is in me. A burning sense of rage. .
That makes me hope you die miserable with endless pain
My binge is sane, but external hate is only internal sadness. .
And it comes with being fatherless, fixed with eternal baggage.
-Nique
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