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My father hated me before I was born.
I always asked my mom about him-
She never told me much.
I met him when I was five-
We ate pizza I had no clue that he was.
Always I asked if I could see him again-
But no answer I got.
One year we called him and asked-
He said no I don’t love her or want to see her again.
How can a father not love his youngest daughter yet love the oldest ones.
I saw him last year for the first time in twelve years.
He brought his wife to court so he would not have to pay child support-
Anymore.
I looked at him and wondered what my mother saw in him-
He is a bastard with a bastard child and nothing more.
He never once looked at me-
Forever he will be a bastard to me.
Victoria Kunstman
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Bastard

Contributed by Vicinator on Saturday, 26th May 2007 @ 03:51:50 AM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

Bastard
My father hated me before I was born.
I always asked my mom about him-
She never told me much.
I met him when I was five-
We ate pizza I had no clue that he was.
Always I asked if I could see him again-
But no answer I got.
One year we called him and asked-
He said no I don’t love her or want to see her again.
How can a father not love his youngest daughter yet love the oldest ones.
I saw him last year for the first time in twelve years.
He brought his wife to court so he would not have to pay child support-
Anymore.
I looked at him and wondered what my mother saw in him-
He is a bastard with a bastard child and nothing more.
He never once looked at me-
Forever he will be a bastard to me.
Victoria Kunstman

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Re: Bastard (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 26th May 2007 @ 08:42:46 AM AEST
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Husbands come-n- go but it takes a real man to be a father.
It's hard for me to imagine how you must feel but this is incredible writing.
I raised my three chindren alone without the help of their sperm doner.
They are grown now and he sits alone.
When someone is so hard they are hurting themselves the most in the end.
the children suffer the most while they arte growing up without the luv of a father.
Hang tuff and keep writing as you must know it's healing.
Big huggs, mucho luv,
emy

Re: Bastard (User Rating: 1 )
by eckenrode on Saturday, 26th May 2007 @ 12:47:38 PM AEST
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love this poem .... thats simply all i have to say about it.

Re: Bastard (User Rating: 1 )
by Shmokin on Saturday, 26th May 2007 @ 11:13:41 PM AEST
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Good reason to be angry,, well shown :-)

Re: Bastard (User Rating: 1 )
by Thespia on Sunday, 17th June 2007 @ 10:15:56 AM AEST
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I really get this poem! My dad wasent the best man in the world either, thankfully mum and him divorced when i was 2 and ive never seen him since then. Hes sent me letters though, the things hes said are so awfull, i never knew anyone could be so evil! This poem connected with me, helped me to know im not the only one, thank you!

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