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Hey, Do You Know Me Mister

Hey, do you know me Mr.? I'm not asking if you know my name I mean, do you know me as a person presently? for this me and the old me are not the same. Yes, you were the other half that created me but for me that's all that you've ever done you didn't know me then and do not know me now so you've no right to call me your son. Hey, do you know me Mr.? I really don't think that you do you said I was stupid and dumb when I was young but it was because I was smarter than you. You never told me that you loved me you never held me near you never taught me anything except hatred, hopelessness, and fear. What makes you think that you know who I am? is it because we favor to some degree? or is it because we share the same name? well that doesn't mean that you really know me. You probably know my mother well and you probably know my brothers too however, I'm quite certain that you know me not for I sure as hell do not know you. Hey Mr., do you know me? then where do you know me from? did you watch me play ball in school? or escort me and my date to the prom? Did you help me learn to ride a bike? or kiss my wounded knee? you say that you never did any of these things? well I guess then that you don't know me. Hey Mr., do you know me?why do you keep calling me your son? I have only one father that I know of and I'm sorry Mr. but you're not the one. My father gives me love instead of shame He is there when I need Him most He teaches me things that I need to be taught and He never disappears like He were a ghost. I'm a full grown man now at twenty-eight not some skinny ****-ed twelve year old kid so hey, do you know me Mr.? nah, I didn't really think you did. by Benjamin Macieo Davis ThePrinceofPoetry

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