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Sixteen Years Old and Dad Went Away
Karma and Chakra, An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. How life can change and remains the same...apparently. This story can be crude, but is life in its deepest definition. This story is real with changes for clarity and empowerment to the message. The lines speak for themselves, and we advice to take those five minutes in reading. Warning for young readers; the words can be harsh at times and we recommend caution as well.
SIXTEEN YEARS OLD AND DAD WENT AWAY...!
Isn't that something?
sweet sixteen and dad went away
wasn't his fault at all
dearest Uncle Sam took his soul
dad went on his seventh deployment
and that ultimately became annoying
since I was five, he would say good bye
growing so empty and into deep cries
mother was my support
but breast cancer took its toll
heavens made its call
and she have to depart alone
dad never loved me the same
he was carrying his own cross in shame
now I'm sixteen and I play my own tunes
sneaking already a boyfriend in my own pink room
dad left for this pending tour
found his letters and he wasn't doing so good
I guess they come back messed up and all
six months are not that easy when he is gone
he is supposed to come back pretty soon
meanwhile I'm about to elope
grandma had enough with my own life
she hates boyfriend who slept with me last night
Dad is a guy and he might understand
but I'm ready to enjoy my life and have fun
boyfriend proposed something bad
"lets' make money, how about that?"
Because I love him, I agreed at the end
what could it be, you wonder yourself?
I'm sixteen and free to make some money
Boyfriend came and asked if his Hun was ready
I'm not much into poetry but this time I'm ready
ready to share my true story
Boyfriend wanted to share my body
my sweet soul with any nasty buddy
not enough being jobless and broke
He wanted to make money and break even... I know
agreed myself blindly in love
Love deters common sense, making good from wrong
Not happy to reveal it in here
but is a wake up call for my own peers
so many like myself at the hands of fear
sacrificing love that is so dear...!
he bought himself a car
" for us to run away one day"
but lately has been demanding
to the point of causing me harm
hurting my mind as the days go by
one day he dropped me at this hotel 'No more'
funny name... still having my lips so sore
boyfriend slapped my face the night before
lipstick is not helping to cover it anymore
mourning already my young soul
wish daddy was here
sorry mom, I see an ending with fear
was this supposed to be a happy ending?
with chocolate, snacks and his demanding
Room 69, second floor
fixing my blouse and knocking this door
a new client opening it slowly, said hi!
no way, oh my God, I know this guy
"Samantha" He cried out my name
oh was dad, enough of this game!
he hit the wall and just wanted to die
he was back from overseas and embraced me in shame
I cried sitting down on that chair
we left soon and he got hold of his target
wanted to kill boyfriend, execution style
just about to pull the trigger
When SWAT team arrived
wow! enough courage to write these lines
now I'm in rehab and dad is by my side
correcting my words and fixing my hair
"'Be careful next time," he said
"This time I watch because I care..."
Had to say goodbye to him
Dad was actually in jail
'cause he did pull the trigger at the very end
we did learn our lesson the hard way..!
That's all I have to say