Angry At My Deadbeat Dad
TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER?!?!
You said that on a million yesterdays!
Look at the calendar, it’s laughing at you.
Dude, are you SERIOUS?!
You should dress up like a “Father” on Halloween!
You can’t see through that old mask anymore.
I must still look like a little girl to you,
the crying five-year-old you forgot to pick-up from school,
the hopeful eight-year-old you promised that you'd be right back….
Don’t you know?!
All of those seasons, all of those missed moments,
all of the times that Father Time ticked me off,
placed a “no vacancy” sign across my heart and
brought me to this sad reality:
You laid down and made me,
but never stood up and raised me.
So, take your bull****, all of that lying ****,
that tomorrow will be better ****,
and make your grass greener
for Easter and
on the other damn side.
Hallmark should make a
Deadbeat Dad card.
Until then,
I'M NOT BUYING IT!
Copyright © Nikkia Roberts | Year Posted 2014
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