Father Too by Terra Vagus
Father. Fathers. Two or three.
I’m left with confusion on what you are to me.
Made to believe each new man
was a father to raise me in place of the last.
No man. No man could love me in the way
he loves his own kin.
I am a mere casualty of a past life
a mother was in.
Father, father, I am your kin. Why was I cast aside
while you made way for your new life?
Three you created
yet chose one to love.
I’m left like a bruised fruit on the shelf. Until picked up out of pity
to play the role of second best,
trailing behind
each of the rest.
I don’t blame you for loving your child more than me.
I don’t blame you for leaving a bruised fruit behind.
Father. Fathers. Two or three.
Yet no fathers created for me.
I am my creator.
I am my father too.
I find strength in me, as fathers do.
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