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I take a step back and I stand on memory lane, curious of my passed days I drift away
I could never really feel like a villain, yet many of my deeds then were truly honorable
Aid? I was the first soul there
I fought for justice and what was only fair
I grew up a humble child, wearing hand me downs and yet I stood proud
Every now and then I would feel the physical pain of the beatings I would receive
As I felt then not so often for the pain that lived in my heart then was greater than the blood shed
I would run home from school to show him of my learnings; yet I arrived to a cold shoulder
A creepy feeling would climb up my spine, truly I had never felt anything colder
He could never really look into my eyes
Poorly effort did he make to love me
I stood by his side, I denied all of the beatings and verbal abuse
For what? I ask myself now what did I win; nothing
; nothing his favorite word, as that was the definition of my name then
He took it all away from me, except my dreams for only when I slept I was in joy
Time after time, days would crawl on by
Always finding the smallest most insignificant reason to lay his hand of justice upon my face
I bruised and bled at times
I struggled to walk, I even was paralyzed a few times
But none of that pain was even close to the one I felt in my heart
He scarred it for life
I once stood to his aid, when no one came to see his well being
Only to be disowned in front of his so believed friends
A Christmas I not know
Not because of the gifts but because of its whole meaning
Alone I have spent all of my holidays, and yet I stand here today with tears in my eyes to write about it
I felt like I was garbage for my own family did not even sweat if I was missing
I had no one to share my goals, my accomplishments with, alone
I searched and searched yet found nothing, I was in a quest of love
Only my shadow took to my side
Only my bogus smile hid me from the world
Pity I did not welcome
Hungry I went at times, I took shelter in the streets after he wished me out
I have seen many things felt many struggles, but I am not a quitter
Never will I be, for God loves me
He is my real father and not the man whom made my childhood a nightmare
And I praise Jesus for He is my Lord
Amen.
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