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Where'D The Daddies Go?

There's a girl, crying again
Lost, confused, no real friends
She pushes away, she's hurt so bad
She wishes she could find her dad

He left.3 months ago.
'business trip' is what she was told
Then she found her mother, crying
She drunkenly said 'I'm fed up with his lying'

Now 'gang banger' means her brother
She don't see her own mother
She's tryin to stay clean
She screams 'Someone love me'

Where'd the daddies go?
Boys lay around, play around
Couln't a man show his kids
How to stick around?
Where'd the daddies go?
What happened to whole families?
Why can't we go back to dreams?
What happened to the daddies?

There he is, knife in hand
No one seems to understand
His mom is cluless to his thirst
For someone to help with his hurt

He never met his real daddy
Had 3 step dads who treated him badly
He doesn't know what to say to his mother
He's not even sure he still loves her

He wears eyeliner, wears girl pants
Plays guitar, listens to rock bands
His hair hides his eyes that hurt from crying
He doesn't want attention.... he just wants his daddy

Where'd the daddies go?
Boys lay around, play around
Couln't a man show his kids
How to stick around?
Where'd the daddies go?
What happened to whole families?
Why can't we go back to dreams?
What happened to the daddies?

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Comments (3)

His hair covers his eyes that hurt from crying- too true, great reason for that hair style lol, I can picture that exact one. This is a wonderful poem and hits that hard tough to talk about issue. But you hit is spot on. ~Amber~
You have addressed a universal issue here. In our quest to conquer the world, we are all forgetting the basics of life. We are all ruining the future of our children. Many people who have children do not deserve them and treat them real bad. Neatly expressed poem. Anjana
Unfortunately the nuclear family is now becoming the minority as more and more children grow up in fragmented families. This poem is well expressed and the pain and rejection of an absent father is obvious here. Nice piece of work, Gabriella. Love, Fran xx