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A Letter to my Father
#WritcoPoemPrompt Well here's my poem it
Hey This is your son Zachary Bernard Blackmore for my name should've been Zachariah Bernard Blackmore but my mother couldn't spell it being medicated after having C-section surgery. I knew she told u to get out the room from with her. You could have at least came to make sure she didn't need help with the spelling of it. Since u had wanted my name was spelled correctly at least. I guess that's wat happens to me when I knew you never attempted to come back in the room to see me. A potentially gifted, ruthlessly ambitious, insensitive, always grateful, was respectful, a little defiant, heartbroken child to be the u got to know up to three years old and another two years old, You left the two beautiful baby's wondering where's my daddy. For 13 years we wonder. Never even gotten a a letter from ya. Then you miraculously find us when I was 16 already a man and my sister a young woman. Both of us where very intelligent young adults. Surprisingly u get along with the daughter. As for me the Son of your lungs was already forgotten about. When I've never ask to be born in the first place. As in I believe you just donated sperm for me. I was that one baby of yours that almost didn't make to be living remember. You knew I came out C-section which meant I didn't want to be born actually. So that meant that I was gonna need a father seeing how the I was received. Here is a somewhat apology to you from me letting you know. I truly forgive you about everything. I will forgive u for not being there in my life. Especially cause I was church going child all my days as a kid. So I learned that it was against gods 10 commandments from the bible. I did I was miraculously raised up by momma into a great man on her own. Eventually it got to the point where I helped with my sister's be was gonna let my mother overwork herself ever. And never complained not once cause u know I used to think like my daddy wouldn't want no little sissy boy for a son. So I tuffened up. Protecting my family I got stab, shot at, and got in so many fights almost every day of my school life. Making sure I protected my family from any harm that came there way. Something you was supposed to be there doing. As I seen tho you...
Hey This is your son Zachary Bernard Blackmore for my name should've been Zachariah Bernard Blackmore but my mother couldn't spell it being medicated after having C-section surgery. I knew she told u to get out the room from with her. You could have at least came to make sure she didn't need help with the spelling of it. Since u had wanted my name was spelled correctly at least. I guess that's wat happens to me when I knew you never attempted to come back in the room to see me. A potentially gifted, ruthlessly ambitious, insensitive, always grateful, was respectful, a little defiant, heartbroken child to be the u got to know up to three years old and another two years old, You left the two beautiful baby's wondering where's my daddy. For 13 years we wonder. Never even gotten a a letter from ya. Then you miraculously find us when I was 16 already a man and my sister a young woman. Both of us where very intelligent young adults. Surprisingly u get along with the daughter. As for me the Son of your lungs was already forgotten about. When I've never ask to be born in the first place. As in I believe you just donated sperm for me. I was that one baby of yours that almost didn't make to be living remember. You knew I came out C-section which meant I didn't want to be born actually. So that meant that I was gonna need a father seeing how the I was received. Here is a somewhat apology to you from me letting you know. I truly forgive you about everything. I will forgive u for not being there in my life. Especially cause I was church going child all my days as a kid. So I learned that it was against gods 10 commandments from the bible. I did I was miraculously raised up by momma into a great man on her own. Eventually it got to the point where I helped with my sister's be was gonna let my mother overwork herself ever. And never complained not once cause u know I used to think like my daddy wouldn't want no little sissy boy for a son. So I tuffened up. Protecting my family I got stab, shot at, and got in so many fights almost every day of my school life. Making sure I protected my family from any harm that came there way. Something you was supposed to be there doing. As I seen tho you...
