I have grown up without the father I’ve always needed.
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Fatherless
by Ivori Wyche
My life is filled with the deaths of loved ones.
I try to grasp it all, understand.
Sometimes I ask, “Why me? Did I do something wrong?”
With each death, I grow more numb.
First my dad, next my uncle,
more recently my brother
I have grown up without the father I’ve always needed.
I let the simple-minded boys run in and out of my life,
Always searching and searching for that father figure I never had.
My anger rises.
I return to my fifth grade graduation.
I search the crowd.
I see him.
He’s here!
In back.
Standing tall
Like an NBA center,
Wearing his butter-colored Timberlands.
But,
No.
My imagination tricked me.
He wasn’t here.
I stood frozen
Then let it all go.
Fine to cry in front of others
Who cared what they thought?
I stood, still there, fatherless,
Destroyed.
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Even if you have a father, it doesn’t help you if there is no genuine bond between you and him.
“My anger rises.”
No words, just shaking my head. We still don’t get it.