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Pain, strain & stress
I don’t understand why life must be such a mess
all this pain straining with stress
boys flee, father abandons me, im in need.
People can try & relate, but no one will ever fit the music in the back
cause’ what flows in my heart is something that lacks
Looking in the rearview mirror, I should see me first
bu why am I trying so hard to first change the past ?
My head, my heart, my him is hurdling & was taken for a spin so fast
There’s always something in something.
good, in goodbye
the sad, in a tear
the truth, in the eyes & &
the shattered trust in a lie.
This poem is also about:A Real Father
There’s always a storm on my face,
hearts outta place
& my feelings outta space.
No love from my father ’cause he’s never been there all along
always call for a daddy but he’s gone
Praying to god every night hoping he’d come back in my life
but deep down inside I have so much deceit & despise
for he’s not being here, near, in my atmosphere
Babygirl’s growing up & you’re not even here too see
boys continuously hurt me, friends desert me & little do you know;
Im wishing everyday you can come & be a REAL father to me
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