Extra Ordinary Pt.2 Extraordinarily Jaded (C) 1-6-10 Poem by Zahir Kijani

I know my heart’s a little jaded
Because of the fact that he procreated me
All my life my daddy wouldn’t play with me
But was quick to find where I was when somebody had bad things to say to me
Even though my own person I’ve soon to have mastered
Even though truly I can say I was raised as a bastard
My step pops was there but mostly made my mother cry
Leavin late at night makin her think he was left to die
It’s difficult to live knowin that the one who bore you doesn’t care
If you’re in jail or in trouble or even alive and to me it wasn’t fair
When people would have father/son activities and I was always alone
There’s no way you can beg forgiveness of 16 years can never be atoned
With anything you try or any last ditch effort you make
That’s like askin the hands of a mouse and a leopard to shake
Just a snowball fight that’s all that what have probably sufficed
But what I’m guessin you didn’t have enough time to sacrifice for me
You see you’ll miss my graduation and the day I’m baptized you see
But all that could’ve changed only if you would’ve realized its me
I remember a while back when Grandma told me well to hell with you
And now she’s not here and I felt I could’ve saved her, now I feel it too
Her words to me were soft and her yolk was kindly
And she always managed to get me when you “couldn’t find me”
I used to defend our name but now I see why everyone would doubt you
I thought in my life some day there would be somethin you’d amount to
The only good thing you’ve ever brought me was that I got the name Threet from you
My mom never knew her dad but I say its worse when he lives down the street from you
You know there was a time I once thought that I’d blow up like Chiaotzu
But now I realize I can actually live without you