To Call My Father My Own Poem by Cathrine GunterEllis

To Call My Father My Own



To call my father my own


I’m standing here arms wide open
While you fold your arms
I’m standing here with an icy heart
Waiting for you to warm
I’m waiting here for you to break free
Of all your ego and hatred see?
I’m just wanting some love toward me, from you
Am I so wrong for wanting to call my father my own?
He disclaims me, disnames me, and his bitterness is strong
He beats my soul and kills my dreams
I’m scared to just be me and believe
I can be someone someday somehow
Cause when I wear a smile he wears a frown
I just want some encouragement from my…
I don’t even know who he is
It’s like he’s not my dad
Cause it seems like I’m not his kid
I’m kicked our of his life for good
No Daddy, no Pop, no daddy daughterhood
Wouldn’t you think that if you wanted your father to love you
You would find it in your heart to show love to me
Why am I the one suffering?
You can make up what he did wrong
By doing right by me
But I can’t break down the wall that sits
In front of a mans scorned memory
So I guess all this sets the tone
I will never get to call my father my own

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