Abandoned son

I was only ten when he said goodbye
Visited only once in every sex month
To then complain why I was not a good guy
Empty pockets, empty heart, yes it was a tough life
I stopped fighting for him and started fighting to survive
I was selling at days and stealing at nights
It was a matter of time until I realized

That I have an accent in every language
My identity was crossed cuz I never had one
I thought I was brave but no I was not
I was to afraid to get in touch
With my self

I forgot to
Talk to my self & maybe with others
Apologize to every single mother
I made my self and my friends suffer
I’ve been to violence and less as a lover


Once again I’m sorry
For you not for me

Freedom Writer