Dear, Poetry

Dear Dad

Hey.
I seen you today and you were all mad.
Like, come on na.
Why in the hell are you mad.
Is your blood pumping threw your veins.

I remember when you told me I was a blood.
You said o rock the big B's.
I never told you that.
But again you we're upset and arguing with mom.
You use to chastised her.

But let's go back to me.
You talk bad about me when I don't to you.
You say I'm disrespectful but you keep fucking up.
I'm not gon sugar coat shit to you no more.
You anit no 3 year old.
You behavior is so in called for.

Today

I anit say shit to you but...
" Haven't ya mama told ya to keep ya hands to ya self."
And here you go.
" Stop throwing them in my face... you want a relationship w/ them... You selfish and big body."
Fuck you nigga.
How many times in a day have you asked me if I was ok.
Back then at 5 years old I was depressed.
I was lonely.
And here you are throwing your relationship with your parents in my face.
I don't fuck with the snakes.
Only thing they do is come around and take.
I keep calm for to long.
And now you unleash a beast you can't handle.
So, fuck you and ya parents.
Because you really anit do shit for me.
I even called you the homie.
But na you said " fuck me" no it's rather " FUCK YOU "

But Dear Dad if your reading this.
It's not that I don't love.
It's the fact you don't respect me enough to say sorry.
To say sorry for the people you hurt.
To sorry for the people you done hurt over and over again.
To say sorry to the only person who haven't changed up on you.

Bye,
Bryce