Nobody's Son

My father he struck me

and all I had was a bowl

half empty

and now I'm a man

of at least six and thirty

and I struggle every day

with who I let touch me.

I was five when he punched me

parking lot full

at my old elementary

school where they asked me

who hurts and neglects me.

I fell when I hurt my knee

my belly is hungry

may I have something to eat?

Same story, same love

years of this made me tough.

A man then of at least twenty

sitting in a cage

empty-hearted

staring at my opponent

who I will rip apart

like my father did.

I hope my name is heavy

on all your lips

who saw my state

and dismissed it.

A war inside my head

it's hot and heavy

and in times of comfort

my god how I miss it.

Look me in the eyes

I look just like him

Lie to me and tell me

I won' t be just like him.