Neo Lechwenyo Poet Rhyme

My hatred for the Man

I grew up with an empty chair,
A shadow where a father should have stood.
He was supposed to be my protector,
My teacher, my guide,
But instead, he was just a name
In the spaces between my heartbeats.
I hate him.
For every birthday,
For every milestone I achieved,
When no one was there to witness,
No hand to lift me,
No voice to cheer.
I hate him.
For the nights I stayed awake,
Wondering why he never called,
Why he never cared,
Why his absence felt like a wound
That never healed,
Just reopened with each passing year.
I hate him.
But it’s not just the silence I hold against him,
It’s the lies,
The broken promises that cut deeper than any fist.
It’s the anger, the confusion,
The feeling that something was always missing—
And it was him,
The man who should’ve been there,
But chose to vanish.
I hate him.
But in this hatred,
I found my strength,
My fire,
My reason to rise above it all.
I won’t repeat his mistakes,
I won’t be the same man I despise.
I’ll build my own legacy,
Even if it’s built on the ashes of his absence.
I’ll be a father when the time comes,
Not a ghost, not a shadow,
But a presence that stays,
A love that will never fade.
I hate him—
But in hating him,
I learned to love myself.

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