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To My Son's Father: Lips & Poetry

August 18, 2026 by
To My Son's Father: Lips & Poetry
Lips and Language

To My Son's Father

To my son's father 
The love I have for my son cannot compare to the hate that sometimes I wish I had for you
Yet an still I don't hate you 
Never did 
Never will 
Willingly I supplied you with my time 
Blinded by the sweet words an intimacy 
In time I was able to see that your attraction to me was only inside the parameters you deemed comfortable 
Unconditional love superficially placed 
Something bout a thick chic with a cute face 
Too thick 
For anything more than a sexual taste 
Laced with the poison of rejection I declined your erections 
The direction of my decisions caused us to go our separate ways 8 month phone call Calling it a mistake 
Calling it like it never happened 
Calling me a hoe 
Telling me that no you weren't interested in raising a kid 
You 19 left me 16 
Disgraced 
Pregnant 
But blessed 
The best gift of life came from a man who can't stand me 
To my son's father 
Your failed attempts to break me have made me stronger 
But I wish you knew for a second what it's like raising a child with a disability 
I wish you were in the office with me when doctors said our child would never walk 
I wish you felt your heart stop when you heard 18 was the age you would bury your child 
Seems wild 
Maybe if our child had a different mother 
You would have made another attempt at being the father he needed 
My heart bleeded knowing the first time meeting my 6 year old child conceded he was yours 
Your potential to be a magnificent father was strangled by your inability to grow up 
I gave up fighting you when I understood your mentality had you enslaved 
I wish you desired to save our child

I wish you knew him like he knew you 
Like he knew your name 
Like he knew your face 
Even though you never called 
I never showed him any trace of 
Anger hurt or hate 
I respected you as the donor you proved to be 
See 
There's no gage or merit for good parenting 
We were both simple kids trying a ting 
Trying to wing myself through the stereotypes of this life 
Do you know how many nights it came close to the end 
When sleeping in hospital beds became a regular trend 
To my sons father 
I forgive you 
I forgive you 
I'm sorry please forgive me 
I forgive you 
More than anything sometimes 
I wish I could mourn his death with you 
You let me go through everything as a single parent for 8 years 
Tears flow over the moments 
I had but you never got 
Not even his last moments convinced you to show up to his funeral 
I want you to know 
That I wanted you there 
It would have been the final moment we shared 
I wish you cared 
Your silence on the matter brings this chapter to a close 
I wish you that deep penetrating peace that only God knows 
This journey has timeless lessons that release when experience shows 
Forgiveness is attainable 
If constant love and understanding Flow

Reflection & Context

This piece is written from the place where grief, forgiveness, and unfinished relationship collide. It speaks from the voice of a mother addressing the father of her child — not from bitterness, but from the long road of carrying responsibility alone, navigating abandonment, disability, loss, and the silence that follows tragedy.

It holds the tension of loving a child fiercely while grieving what was never shared: the appointments, the hospital rooms, the milestones, the fear, the hope, the final goodbye. It names the ache of raising a child without the presence of the one who helped create him, and the deeper ache of losing that child without the other parent standing beside you.

At its core, this poem is about the radical, costly work of forgiveness — not as approval, not as forgetting, but as release. It is about choosing peace over resentment, surrender over bitterness, and trusting God to hold what human relationships could not repair.

Reflection Prompt

What does forgiveness look like when the other person never shows up?

How do you grieve what was lost while also releasing what will never be restored?

Original Performance 


This piece was originally performed as part of the Lips & Poetry series, where spoken word meets lived experience. Watch the original recording below to hear the rhythm, breath, and emotion that first carried these words.

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