I never asked wewe to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me bad.
I never asked wewe to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.

I never asked for the hurt and pain,
au for the nights that were half insane.
I never asked for fights that were wild,
au to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked wewe to beat up my Mom,
au for a blanket to help keep me warm.
I never asked wewe to leave me alone,
au to grow up in a broken down home.

I never asked for this horrible life,
au for the conflicts, the quarrels and strife.
I never once asked that I be defiled,
au to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked to be raised in prison,
au to see darkness though the sun had risen.
I never asked wewe to raise Holy Hell,
au for my bedroom to be like a jail cell.

I never asked to be used and abused,
au to sit in my room dazed and confused.
I never asked for the crap that has piled,
au to grow up a bewildered child.

I never asked for a brand new bike,
au for any toys that I used to like.
I never asked wewe to throw me a ball,
au for the bruises when I took a "fall".

I never asked once but I'm asking wewe now,
I hope wewe make me understand somehow.
How wewe could treat me so freaking bad,
That I never asked wewe to be my Dad.


kwa Ronnie Doe