you were the one who had the affair...
by steve_laycock
Posted: Sunday, February 19, 2006 Word Count: 405 Summary: one of two poems about the Fathers4Justice issue of paternity recognition. This poem is not about me, though i do have two children and a bag of empathy |
Is there a way you could have chosen me?
Looked down through the ether to see me here
Broken but willing
And chosen me to come to and be my son
And daughter,
Together,
My Gemini twins.
Is there some way you could have known that the weight that I carried could be lifted
By your shoulders,
So slight,
So mighty, though, standing as you do with time on your side,
Your lives on your side;
My love, my heart, my mind, my soul,
My eyes, my ears, my hands, my blood,
You are my life, you make me whole,
I bow before you my children, my Gods.
I had a wife,
a child, a home
I had work, I had love, I had life,
I had life.
Maybe I took it all for granted,
I presumed I had to keep
I lived like there was never a chance of us parting;
I guess, if Im honest,
I fell asleep.
But you were the one who had the affair;
I didnt have a prayer.
You took my children
Then when I said court
You said this battles best not fought;
For the sake of the kids I stayed hid,
For the sake of my daughter and son
I let the battle be lost and won
Without my ever fighting.
I invaded you,
Because you asked me to;
You took my seed and saw that when it came to war
You got just what you needed.
You told me it was what they wanted.
For love of them I lied,
A father who fights for those he loves is not in the interests of any child.
I lay back for you because I felt guilty,
I succamb to you because you told me
I should do
It was right to
And society
It seems
Agreed with you
But now its clear to me:
I gave you that which was most dear to me,
Under duress,
With the law standing by as your witness.
So lets talk about equality
Lets talk about child custody
But then:
Not all women are suffragettes
Not all men are chauvinist pricks,
Not all women think in the past,
And not all men think with their dicks.
I guess sometimes were all just the same,
All a little lost, all a little broken
Just trying to make a name;
Ill start looking for someone to love,
Not looking for someone to blame.
Looked down through the ether to see me here
Broken but willing
And chosen me to come to and be my son
And daughter,
Together,
My Gemini twins.
Is there some way you could have known that the weight that I carried could be lifted
By your shoulders,
So slight,
So mighty, though, standing as you do with time on your side,
Your lives on your side;
My love, my heart, my mind, my soul,
My eyes, my ears, my hands, my blood,
You are my life, you make me whole,
I bow before you my children, my Gods.
I had a wife,
a child, a home
I had work, I had love, I had life,
I had life.
Maybe I took it all for granted,
I presumed I had to keep
I lived like there was never a chance of us parting;
I guess, if Im honest,
I fell asleep.
But you were the one who had the affair;
I didnt have a prayer.
You took my children
Then when I said court
You said this battles best not fought;
For the sake of the kids I stayed hid,
For the sake of my daughter and son
I let the battle be lost and won
Without my ever fighting.
I invaded you,
Because you asked me to;
You took my seed and saw that when it came to war
You got just what you needed.
You told me it was what they wanted.
For love of them I lied,
A father who fights for those he loves is not in the interests of any child.
I lay back for you because I felt guilty,
I succamb to you because you told me
I should do
It was right to
And society
It seems
Agreed with you
But now its clear to me:
I gave you that which was most dear to me,
Under duress,
With the law standing by as your witness.
So lets talk about equality
Lets talk about child custody
But then:
Not all women are suffragettes
Not all men are chauvinist pricks,
Not all women think in the past,
And not all men think with their dicks.
I guess sometimes were all just the same,
All a little lost, all a little broken
Just trying to make a name;
Ill start looking for someone to love,
Not looking for someone to blame.