I’ve always had a love for poetry. I have a notebook where I would put pen to paper and escape into the jumbled words in my head. Sometimes it was exactly what I needed, while other times it may have made me even more frustrated. There are times where no words to explain how you really feel. Over the past week I have had this urge to write a *slam poem.
*A type of poetry expressing a persons personal story and/or struggle usually in an intensely emotional style. Very powerful, sincere, and moving.
I’ve never written a slam poem before nor did I have any idea how to even go about witting one until I did a bit or research. Then the words just…flowed…
…Enjoy…
Knock Knock
I’m 2 1/2 seeing a man for the first time since I was three weeks old.
Locked away in prison was the reason I’ve been told
Pink coats and plastic bags packed
Three little ducklings follow this man to fix what’s been cracked
Knock knock
I’m in a new home now
Crying more tears than my body will even allow.
I was ripped away from the only woman I ever knew
But even she had some addictions to push through
Knock Knock
I am now seven years old
Living with the man whose name was “Father”
Raising a daughter? He didn’t bother.
See, I wasn’t a little boy he could coach
I was quick to run and scared to approach
Knock Knock
My stepmother left him
I don’t blame her, have you met him?
He was quick to blame and always the victim
Spent five years in jail, you’d think he’d show some restraint
Nah, but did you know my stepmom was a saint?
Knock Knock
I’m 3000 miles away
I sent him a letter on how I feel
Giving him one last chance to have something real
To no surprise
After 10 years went by, all he spits are lies
Don’t get me wrong, I used to be sad
Why wasn’t I given a good, normal dad?
Knock Knock
On my cold dead heart
I lost the ability to love or to trust
Lived my whole life just trying to adjust
Silly me, I blamed myself
What if I just acted more like one of the guys?
Would it have been enough in his eyes?
Videos of weddings, bring me to tears
No father daughter dances or teaching me to drive
No talks with future boyfriends, threatening their lives
I’ll never have that bond that I see in others eyes
WHY WEREN’T YOU THERE FOR ME ALL THESE YEARS?!
I was never enough
Not even a little
Not even at all
Knock Knock
What I didn’t know, was I was never alone
A man on the cross had pushed back a stone
Gods only son, he died for ME
He’s shown me more love than I’ve ever seen
He sees a side of me nobody knows, and continues to stay
I can never seem to keep him away
No sin too big, no prayer too small
Brick by brick he’s tearing down my wall
Don’t be sad for me, for I found my Father.
One day I’ll be staring up at the pearly gates
See, I got a date
Knock Knock
