As a young boy raised by my Grammy Gaylene,
It couldn’t have been any worse than Tyreek Soren.
Pleading and begging were the worse fate for me,
Opposed to having fun with Tyreek and my brothers.
We were hungry and thirsty with no food nor water,
Starvation was a victor, and we were on the brink of death.
Needless to say, we had to be poor because of the scarce money.
My brothers and I were crying from being so hungry all the time.
Because there’s nothing to eat and money wasn’t a goal to us,
Happiness was saddened as we begged on our knees for anything.
Poorness and unluckiness weren’t what we had planned in the future,
We couldn’t complain or we’d get whipped by our abusive father.
We were beggars and cried over spilled milk as we starved completely,
We just couldn’t see the glass as half full and there’s no glass to have it.
It was killing us to be so broke that we couldn’t sleep on nice cozy beds.
Pleasing our father was amusing to him because he was like a king.
I am Douglas Fillmore, but you may only consider calling me Doug,
Beginning to the end our father was so abusive he wouldn’t pay for food.
His steak cost more than we could ever afford and he ate it in front of us,
Smirking in our faces like he deserved it better than his very own children.
But we’re never to pay for us to eat before his feasts because he cracked whips,
Having it any other way and the way he sees us starving is a pleasure to his likings.
Nice to notice that our father’s abusiveness is good to him and we’re sure to die,
However, he is our father, and we had to respect his every single little whim.
Over the course of my life, I was born to respect others in a manner that was good,
But I can’t just sit there and see my father eat his food in front of us like he owns it.
Needless to say, I am a person who deserves respect back for what I have done back,
Tonight is the last stand, I am a person with dignity and I demanded respectfulness.
I’d like to fight tooth and nail to get some respect from what my abusive father did,
Seeing he smirking isn’t pleasant to me it’s such a rude manner but I’m so over it.
Justice is what my brothers and I deserve, and I won’t do it without my brother’s help,
There we stand in front of my abusive father and him has to surrender and we have won.
Poetry