This is a poem I hope to send my father someday. I haven't yet, but someday I'll work up the courage and send it.
I thank you father for all your support.
I thank you for your kindness and good rapport.
I thank you for your gifts when I was a boy.
You kept me with you despite how I'd annoy.
I give thanks to you for how I was grown.
You taught me the manners to which others I've shown.
You gave me life and meaning for a time,
but now this poem will change its chime.
I think it's appropriate as I sing your praise,
I spoil this opiate that cast you in daze.
For if I am to thank you for the good you did,
then reap you shall all your bad I hid.
So...
I thank you NOT for the religion you cast,
You gave me no choice, I've evolved at last.
I thank you NOT for the morals you gave.
I guess lack of empathy is easy for a knave.
I thank you NOT for your verbal abuse.
I know what I am, I'm far from obtuse.
I thank you NOT for any physical beating.
You'd strike on impulse, at any mere fleeting.
But, you know father, I forgive you.
I harbour no ill will for what you did to me.
I do not wish to blame, name or shame you for anything you done.
But, you have no idea what those things are...
So...
I forgive you for all those times you hurt me,
that one time you suspected me for taking that cherry,
the time I forgot small details on how to pray merry,
the time I lost the cap for your usb pen drive,
the time you punched me over the poultry thawed live,
the time you tied up and whipped me with an extension cord
Just so as to please your dear lord
and so much more dad.
I forgive you.
But...
I hate how you hurt my sister for a hijab she wouldn't wear.
I hate you for every single tear.
I hate you for all the times you hurt my brothers.
And how I grew with 2 mothers.
I hate how you coax poligamy to your wife.
And yet your sexual promiscuity is still rife.
I hate how I have 2 siblings my own age.
I doubt you could ever imagine my rage?
Neither are any of your wive's.
Do you care at all of other people's lives?
I hate you for beating the little ones on hand.
You punish them for things they don't understand.
I hate you for all the hypocrisy in action
Would you share your spouses even a fraction?
Why would you do such things to others
and still manage to call them lovers?
I won't forgive you for those things.
they remain over my heart bound in rings.
They will never disappear, because despite these words,
despite the syntax or any lexicon I care to spout,
you will never see.
Love,
Your son
I thank you father for all your support.
I thank you for your kindness and good rapport.
I thank you for your gifts when I was a boy.
You kept me with you despite how I'd annoy.
I give thanks to you for how I was grown.
You taught me the manners to which others I've shown.
You gave me life and meaning for a time,
but now this poem will change its chime.
I think it's appropriate as I sing your praise,
I spoil this opiate that cast you in daze.
For if I am to thank you for the good you did,
then reap you shall all your bad I hid.
So...
I thank you NOT for the religion you cast,
You gave me no choice, I've evolved at last.
I thank you NOT for the morals you gave.
I guess lack of empathy is easy for a knave.
I thank you NOT for your verbal abuse.
I know what I am, I'm far from obtuse.
I thank you NOT for any physical beating.
You'd strike on impulse, at any mere fleeting.
But, you know father, I forgive you.
I harbour no ill will for what you did to me.
I do not wish to blame, name or shame you for anything you done.
But, you have no idea what those things are...
So...
I forgive you for all those times you hurt me,
that one time you suspected me for taking that cherry,
the time I forgot small details on how to pray merry,
the time I lost the cap for your usb pen drive,
the time you punched me over the poultry thawed live,
the time you tied up and whipped me with an extension cord
Just so as to please your dear lord
and so much more dad.
I forgive you.
But...
I hate how you hurt my sister for a hijab she wouldn't wear.
I hate you for every single tear.
I hate you for all the times you hurt my brothers.
And how I grew with 2 mothers.
I hate how you coax poligamy to your wife.
And yet your sexual promiscuity is still rife.
I hate how I have 2 siblings my own age.
I doubt you could ever imagine my rage?
Neither are any of your wive's.
Do you care at all of other people's lives?
I hate you for beating the little ones on hand.
You punish them for things they don't understand.
I hate you for all the hypocrisy in action
Would you share your spouses even a fraction?
Why would you do such things to others
and still manage to call them lovers?
I won't forgive you for those things.
they remain over my heart bound in rings.
They will never disappear, because despite these words,
despite the syntax or any lexicon I care to spout,
you will never see.
Love,
Your son
