I am half of you,
and you are part of me.
Some people get to see their fathers for all of their lives.
I've seen you for less than a quarter.

I sometimes asked why you weren't here,
And momma gave me an answer.
She said you werent your best,
And you were fighting some demons.

I thought how could a demon,
Be more worthy,
Than your daughter?
To get your undivided attention?

I grew up knowing the different sides of you,
The intellectual,
The scared,
The hateful,
And the despair.

You know,
Sometimes I was scared of you.
The times you would yell on the phone at me,
Those drugged out talks,
And those times you would just stop.
I never knew who the real you was.

I've heard people say that you were smart,
Handsome, and a great son.
But then why do they cry when you never pick up?

I wanted to ask you so many questions,
Why did you...