Angry Man

 

I don’t remember my dad

I remember the angry man 

My dad left but is still my father

But the angry man still stands 

But even if he left too

i’d invite another for a dance

For a moment i had thought

He would come back to be the same 

But then it hit, his daughter, he forgot

With that he had no shame

He was a man of many words

Not one, an apology 

Never a man of his word

Because im just his biology

In his story 

He was never wrong.

In his story 

I didn’t belong

As his daughter, i love, As a human, i pity

I pity the man who cannot change

Change his ways and handle responsibility

When he left, there were no flames

Only the aftermath to repair

All i had to share was his last name

like a freight train, i was hit by despair

When i saw other little girls and their daddies

Happy that they’d show up for support

When was the last time he'd show up for me?

That's when the vines of my care had tore

Years later, when i needed him the most

He was there, vines of care again restored.

yet princess and her daddy in my sight

Reminded me that the damage hadn’t left, it was stored. 

As his daughter, i love, As a human, i reflect

I reflect the angry man who’s never left

Left but had grown just a tad more

More I see the angry man, confined in my core.

The reminiscence of three people in one man 

My father, my dad, and the angry man.