Dear Dad,

In your hand you’re holding a letter that’s delivering power
To finally hold yourself responsible in the last minute of hour
For the lives you devoured when we embraced you as a father
A husband to the wives you deceived by being a monster
What was it that had you bother to take part in my creation
Could you not hold it back when you started wall scraping?
Can’t you understand that when you chose to drop seed
I needed foundation and nutrition of water and proper air to breathe
Instead my diet consisted of poisoned water and spoiled soil
Toxic oxygen had me boxing in from a family foiled
Destined to separate but the final time was too late
Took me 10 years to eliminate the fears of my mental rape
At the age of 8 we finally escaped your grip
No more abuse and hearing it was cuz you were sick
But yet I still yearned for a father because I needed you there
To give me clean water, fresh foundation and air
No need to mention what exactly took place
Unless you cant remember how you bruised my body and faith
Spread feces on my face, Fly paper on my head
Lit a lighter to my toes and hit me while I was in bed
Hung me up on a hook to have me shook of ya presence
What was it that I did to have you rob me of my essence?
I never asked for my birth, I never asked for this curse
Yet as a child I yearned to earn your respect and my worth
Can you understand the feeling of knowing my childhood is gone?
Never treasured or measured by memories like fishing at a pond
Instead I was forced to grow soon feeling my joy swoon
My eyes that once shined like the sun now resemble the moon
Only twinkle in my eye was the hope that you’d die
Paying for slaying the innocence of a child who cried
I would run and hide yet was found fetal in corner
Sweating from fright as if I were all day in a sauna
Do you remember when you said I wasn’t fitted to your mold
And how you wished I could’ve been a better son to hold
A son you could proudly say is yours with pride in ya tone But all you did was call me a joke as if I wasn’t your own
I used to cry wishing I never had you as a dad
Cry even harder seeing reflections of how you were bad
It took till I was 18 to finally stand strong
And stop crying over what it was exactly you did wrong
I even learned to forgive so I can finally move on
Called you my father once more hoping that we could bond
But you even messed that up when you tried to fight me
As if I wasn’t ya son but an enemy taken lightly
Now here I am at 24 and the pain still burns
My dreams still yearn for a respect a son deserves to earn
But the fact of reality is that you never will change

Signed,
Your Son (or as you see it "Just another name")