Do not talk to me!

Do not tell me what to do!

You're not my father!

As a young man, I never knew my real daddy, He was

never there, but him that did raise me: nourished me,

helped me, rebuked me, strengthened me, loves' me.

I love him too.

I was irate when I uttered those malicious words of

disapproval.

Constantly he approach my delinquencies, with the

staff of correction.

I manipulated my disadvantage of bastard-ness for law

breaking gains.

He noticed he cared.

So reminiscing the scornful, maligned words of

ignorance that were spoken:

I apologize in behalf of my youth, my Father.