Raw Roar I do not care if it is unacceptable I hardly care if is right
I am the sharp sting of a bee.
Windows - Chance The Rapper
Its like my brain is spilling. I’m leaking valuable passion. Valuable parts of me are just plain ole leaking. There’s nothing I could do. I’m losing it.
Actually there’s a lot I could do about it. I’m just not doing it. And I’m scared
Sometimes I stay up in the middle of the night thinking about my dad.
On my bad days he’d take me out of school and I’d go to work with him .. Watch him work on cars and fix radios and gizmos.
We stayed up nights watching the Simpsons knowing that mom didn’t like it and that she was probably going to kick our butts the next day.
Before Olivia was born, dad and I always talked about the games we were going to play with her. I was finally going to have a sister. Dad said she was probably not going to play basketball like my brothers. He had me save one of my barbie dolls in a box for her.
Next thing I knew, Olivia was born and dad was gone.
I know in my heart he was never a deadbeat dad.
He was pushed away.
But then again , a man should fight to see his kids no matter what right?
All I know is I miss him.
I spent the last 15 years trying to remember what my last day with him was like.
But I can’t remember it.