you never expect these words to come out my mouth.
slurs come out as a whisper but to you they shout.
only you and I can understand what this conflict is truly about.
your mind tries to stand firm as a blade of grass in a tornado of doubt.
naturally your physical expression shows your dismay and your intellectual drought.
but for you my verbal assault will never end, you had your chance, you dug your grave for you there's no way out.
I hope my words pierce your heart like a knife.
i hope these words cause you many years of mental strife.
cause God only knows the kind of role you played in my life.
no matter how vague this message might be, we both already know its too late for me.
But this message truly isn't meant to hurt you.
its to make you aware on the outcome of your actions on one child of two
hears my plea, but I'm not telling you what to do. reach that title called
'FATHER'
grab it, and take your cue.