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My farther could not fulfill a father’s duty
My farther could only fulfill his own pleasures
.Women
.Sex
.Alcohol
He couldn't love us the way he loved them
Coming home early hours in the morning
Mother goes silent whenever he was around
Wiping away her tears with her soft hands If he ever spoke
Pretending she has something in her eye
My farther only loved us
Well pretended to love us
Only when he had alcohol
All the other times
It was those cheap women
Punching
Kicking
Abusing our poor mother
In front of our innocent eyes
He always used to say I'm going to change
The only change he did was sleeping a different women
He just couldnt live without
It never accure to him he had a wife and children
A tender age of 6 all this was going on
I was shocked
Ashamyed
Embrassed
It was like someone cast an evil eye on our family
I could'nt talk to anyone
At home
At school
Or even a family member
I use to always wrote strorys of a farther and son having such a great bond
I always wished those story's were true.
It was like more my dad went with other women
The more abuse she received
The more my mother wanted to please him
My mother was a woman from India
A women from the Asian community
If anyone found out about farther it would be bestay(shameful)
My mother never had a voice to say I’m leaving
The voice she had was silent
21 years they've been married
Years of betrayal made by my farther
Days and nights of abuse
The family gathering lying on how much work he does
Moaning how his wife is so lazy
Moaning on how much we annoy him
Going on and on how great he is.
He couldent bar ethe thought of us leaving
His family name would be known for scum
But was was the use leaving him
He was jst going to pick up move away and cheat on another woman
This is the way I lived with a cheating farther....
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The Boy Who Was Misunderstood
The boy who really wished he could
Achive the dream
Nonone seem to belive
That the boy could achive such a dream.
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Sitting down
Staring into space
I hear a sharp sound
Which was a disgrace
A friend
Included me into a sentence
It made me go insane
It kept repeating in head agian and agian
I remember those sat besides me
Giggling
Whispering
Pointing
I went silent around my friend
I never wanted to spend time with person again
I wanted to say a million and one things
But in the end i stay silent and carried on doing my own thing
I felt all my happy memories
Like me childhood
Was torn into tiny ,tiny, tiny pieces
A friend thought it was a joke
I wanted to hide away and I hoped we never spoke
It wasn’t true what my friend said
It was the feeling of being a target
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Who cares what they think
About you and me
Lets run away and be free
Away from all the hassle
And leave it behind
Away from our family
Away from our friends
Away from our enimes
Away from our painful life
Away for here
Lets both hold hands together
Lets both cry together
Lets us both laugh togther
Lets us die togther
Let god set us free
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