My Fathers Killer
As i looked into the eyes of the man who killed my father, who didn't care that he had a daughter ,but could care less about a lady in distress, when my mom found out she could barely lay her head to rest, yeah he could never clean up his own dirty mess, he hit and ran, and didn't have the heart to stand , just didn’t even give the body a chance, so i watched picking him up with my bleeding hand, he didn't even fight with his fist like a real man.
Copyright © Monica Bradley | Year Posted 2015
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