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