A Letter From Prison
Dear Dad,
Though you're not my real Father
I know you tried your best,
to raise a wild rebelious child,
I put you to the test.
You were young and so was I,
when once we started out
I know I made my Mother cry,
when we would scream and shout.
My real Dad left when I was Two
he never cared for me,
and there was nothing I could do
to make my Mother see,
that we could make it on our own
she couldn't stand the pain,
of living life so all alone
she had to love again.
I stayed out every night I could
as I became a teen
what I did just wasn't good
but I was caught between,
friends who tried to really care
if I lived or died
and life at home that seemed to only
push my world aside.
I never meant to kill a man
when we set out that night,
to have some fun was just the plan
but nothing turned out right.
I'm writing this on Father's Day to say
please don't be sad,
It's not your fault I went astray,
and yes........
I love you,
Dad.
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