I never knew the man that helped bring me into this world.

I never knew the man that said I wasn’t his.

I never knew the man that I longed to call daddy.

He didn’t want me, that’s what he told my mom, he saw me once.

He made promises he couldn’t keep.

He said he would come see me again but of course he never knocked on my door, I often wondered why he didn’t want me in his life.

Was it because I wasn’t pretty enough?

Was it because he didn’t want a child by my mom?

Why is the question I ask myself everyday.

I never knew the man that my mom talked to me about.

My brothers and sister always talked about their dads, why can’t I talk about mine?

I never knew the man that should be the one to call me his baby.

I never knew him.

All my life I wanted to know him but after awhile I stopped wanting to know the man who denied me as his child.

That bastard, I hate him. I’m glad he’s not here. I have cried so many tears.

I’m tired of wanting for something that I will never get.

I never knew the man that should be here for me when I need him.

I never knew the man that should be taking me to my father-daughter dances.

I never knew the man that should love me unconditionally. I never knew what it felt like to get love from my father.

I’m thirteen now and can tell myself that my mothers love is all I need,






I’m tired of wanting my fathers love.