Abandonment (Poem)
"Abandonment"
I've been abandoned by my Mother, my step Mother and my Dad/
Yet my brother and step sister, will never have to suffer like I have
When my Baby-mother took my Daughter, nobody helped me to get her back/
Due to the colour of her skin, I put it into ink, & was then imprisoned for my rap
All I ever wanted was to be her Dad, and rap my feelings on the mic/
But what I wrote upset my Dad, so what makes me sad, I cannot write
They denied me the best years of my life, and left me to suffer for the rest/
They knew I had an illness of the mind, yet still they left me alone, depressed
I've spent so many years of my life crying, stressing and getting high/
To block out the misery I was feeling, missing my little girl by my side
Yet weren't no support from my family, to take her Mother to court/
I knew they all couldn't stand me, but what they did to me was cruel
Though if I ever talk in my rhymes, then they'll take me back to court/
I guess mental torture is more fun, than a granddaughter to love them all
When I was burgled and all was stolen, still weren't any support shown/
When I was hungry, weren't no food, & when I was homeless, weren't no home
So for over six months in a year, I was forced to live in a tent/
When the three years previous, £200, 000, I had spent
They've never cared how my Daughter feels, or how it feels dying inside/
Then wonder why I disrespect their loved ones, when another one dies
They never cared when they were alive, so why would I cry when they're dead/
And I'm not about to pretend, or lie to my heart and my head
So with my hand on my heart, I swear all I write is true/
And when my censorship is over, I will continue with the truth....abandonment.
Copyright 2013 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
I've been abandoned by my Mother, my step Mother and my Dad/
Yet my brother and step sister, will never have to suffer like I have
When my Baby-mother took my Daughter, nobody helped me to get her back/
Due to the colour of her skin, I put it into ink, & was then imprisoned for my rap
All I ever wanted was to be her Dad, and rap my feelings on the mic/
But what I wrote upset my Dad, so what makes me sad, I cannot write
They denied me the best years of my life, and left me to suffer for the rest/
They knew I had an illness of the mind, yet still they left me alone, depressed
I've spent so many years of my life crying, stressing and getting high/
To block out the misery I was feeling, missing my little girl by my side
Yet weren't no support from my family, to take her Mother to court/
I knew they all couldn't stand me, but what they did to me was cruel
Though if I ever talk in my rhymes, then they'll take me back to court/
I guess mental torture is more fun, than a granddaughter to love them all
When I was burgled and all was stolen, still weren't any support shown/
When I was hungry, weren't no food, & when I was homeless, weren't no home
So for over six months in a year, I was forced to live in a tent/
When the three years previous, £200, 000, I had spent
They've never cared how my Daughter feels, or how it feels dying inside/
Then wonder why I disrespect their loved ones, when another one dies
They never cared when they were alive, so why would I cry when they're dead/
And I'm not about to pretend, or lie to my heart and my head
So with my hand on my heart, I swear all I write is true/
And when my censorship is over, I will continue with the truth....abandonment.
Copyright 2013 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
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