I’m A Father

by C.R.

When I was out there, I didn’t know

I was a father til a few months ago

My mother told me

But I still can’t believe it

Because now my little boy got his father in a jail cell

And I don’t want my son to live in my footsteps

Or even get a taste of my crazy life

That involves drugs, gangs, etc.

If I would’ve known that I got a son

I would’ve been home right now

Trying to be someone and support him

And teach him what’s right and not wrong

Not like how my father taught me

Now that I’m away from my little boy

That’s about to be one in four days

Got me feeling like s***

Because I missed his birthday while I’m incarcerated

I know when I get out

I’ma try to help my son and his mother out

‘Til I get his custody

I’ma help him out

1 Comment

  1. janecallahan on June 29, 2012 at 11:37 AM

    What a beautiful writing! Your son is blessed to have a father who cares and will be there for him. God bless …

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