Fatherless
The vice upon my lip
Sin above all else
Carry away at the hip
A child, a burden of shame
Signify you know
Clarify thus far
How my timid features show
I am not at fault
Beckon to the wards
Claim this pungent victory
That reeks with bloody swords
And the eyes full of misery
Flaunt your weak intelligence
As I bare my sin
Born the eyes of beauties sense
Upon a rocking cradle
Committing in not admitting
Ferocious words I speak
Come claim this lovely fitting
Where the child does not lie
Looks tell the truest tale
Where a mother can not deny
But the father came from hell
Where the child is left to die
A bastard they called him
A wench for the mother
The anger did not dim
Never, never again
poem by Chyna Parker
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