To love my dad
is to never come with empty hands.
To have a talk with my dad,
is to set up a meeting,
and don't forget to write it on his note pad.
To hang out with my dad,
is to call one day randomly
and hope he includes you in his plans.
I grew up without a dad I say this figuratively,
because he was their financially, but never physically.
People see the outside and say, "he's working hard for your future."
If only they could walk in my shoes they'll see they had no clue.
My dad compares me to all the women he ever lusted,
and that's just weird to me.
He would ask me,
Why don't you wear make-up,
you'll look prettier.
Why don't you lose weight,
more men will come your way.
It's always why aren't you like them,
will he ever love me for who I am?
At times I wonder does he have shame to call me his daughter?
I have no male figure,
the ones that I call family they all have let down,
go figure!
To my daddy,
he will never read this because I know this is not his interest.