… no child left behind, a fantasy notion. Laughable in any of its intended meanings because there is always someone left behind or left feeling as if they have been. It’s one of the many unfortunate truths we learn to accept as we grow in life, as we experience. But when the subject is in fact a child, all they know is that they’ve been abandoned—forsaken of love, of chances, of answers. All of which are searched for in made up places because something concrete is always missing, be it tangible or not.
Babies don’t ask to be born but so many of them have to beg to be regarded for more than just a moment once they are. Too many struggle to be better than the people who leave them feeling the emptiest, to be better than the person that left them stranded …
Life’s a Gamble
To him
The moment of my conception came and went
He came, then went
On with his life
Cycling through the nights
Nothing from yesterday in today
Only looking to what’s next for tomorrow
But for me, that moment created a lifetime
One full of many lies
And just one truth
Daddy didn’t want me
He gave up on having a Daddy’s Little Girl
Because his not-so-Pretty Women
Called him Daddy all the same
But their minds were different
And some brains was all he wanted
Too many blips on his radar
For him to realize that the one related to the focal point
Is fighting to be somebody
He traded kindergarten graduation
For a pair of dice and some measly chips
Because despite loving to gamble
He wouldn’t take a chance
At ending his life for another one he created
I wasn’t worth one of those
Slot-machine pennies
I only got a BlackJack’s hit and split
Double the ante on anything
That could possibly pay off
More than having a child
Like standing on the same corners
Of the neighborhood blocks I avoid
Selling women and drugs
To dumb boys
Whose fathers never taught them a damn thing either
Except that empty promises and unborn memories
Taste like rejection
And undying love and selfless sacrifices
Sound more like fairytales than the lives we live
So
While the world is feeding its abandoned babies
Spoonfuls of falsehoods
My undeniable truth
Is clinging to my heart
While it tries to forget that
Daddy didn’t want me
... been left to write 
November 16th, 2011 at 2:39 pm
Wow – so powerful. I love the came/went lines. You did an excellent job of tying strings throughout the piece that gave it themes – the gambling, the titles, etc. Really excellent.