That Man

I've grown a lot these past few years...
but not expecting much
no hug
no talks
no sympathy
never a 'daddy's touch'

you let me go years ago
because of your selfish ways
only about you
never me
but my resentment stays

to call yourself my father
would be an overkill
maybe a donor
a knock up
or just a space to fill.....

poem by Sally Nesmith
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