The
Undeserving Blow
There’s
no complete happiness for the kid rejected
Father
figure’s supposed to be there to, for kid protected
But you
know the feeling when father throws you out
You know
how your mind is sent reeling and the entire world is doubt
The hit
never recovered is from the absent one
There’s
nobody to show or explain how the world can be won
You can’t
see my scars that are different to most all
The ones
from mistakes that hurt most from resultant inevitable falls
Do I
hate, yes I do
Not especially
specifically you
But all
those that represent your identity thru’
Their
voices, their attacks, their hits, maybe they sense I have no father to
So I
learn and others like me determined
Some of
us make it well, others of us underdetermined
You see,
we don’t know what it’s like
We’ve
never had anyone to teach us to ride a bike
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