So Many Names

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    So Many Names

    So Many Names

    I have a life where I go by a few different names
    Jason from school that guy was wild and insane
    Jroc is that dude who likes a good old party
    Daddy is the name that I know hardly
    I hear it on occasion when I get the chance
    Will I be replaced at the father daughter dance?
    Why do I get slighted on the facts of my first born?
    Once a year we meet but only when it’s warm
    How many days do I need to dry my eyes?
    For them to see the pain when I am denied
    She was and is my one and only little girl
    Like poker I have to buy my way into her world
    Stop, No, and don’t are the words I often hear
    Her finding another Daddy is my fear
    A thousand miles away, to far for me to see
    Her distance is what makes my heart believe
    Someone has blurred her vision of her Daddy
    I’d do anything just to make her happy
    Once it was said to me “But does he know”
    I wonder if she does, I really need to go
    The faces there are different from the ones here
    Denied in lies her path steers clear
    When the topic comes are you on the way
    “No” is what I was told I could only say
    She is only four she won’t understand
    But under another roof is a strange man
    Will she say what drives my every fear?
    Will I be asked in time to stay clear?
    Ask they may but wrath they will receive
    No one will ever keep my daughter from me

    I have been quite for such a long damn time
    Not causing waves and walking a straight line
    I have played by the rules and still get no respect
    Once this is all clear I will have to interject
    It will be at that time I will speak my peace
    And all this negative shit will have to cease

    She is my daughter and you did not do it alone
    You act like your mother Teresa on the phone
    You have faults that are about to be known
    Stop saying you are raising her on your own
    You moved back home with mom and dad
    It’s been 3 years and still there that’s sad
    Lack of pay from your wonderful job
    My bank account you will no longer rob
    You may want to and try to put up a fight
    The agreement won’t change, I know my rights
    We agreed four for her age to visit me alone
    Hope you put more minutes on your cell phone
    No longer will you show up here and make my plans
    I am her Daddy and never again your man
    I have moved on and started a fresh new life
    I have an adorable son and beautiful wife
    He is her brother never to be called half
    Sorry to see you have fallen off the right path
    I am sure she will be overjoyed when she finally sees
    That you and your family are who is keeping her from me
    Say I am wrong and tell my side of the family the same
    I will let her know who is the real person to blame
    But only if asked why I was never at her house
    I will actually let her hear it from your mouth
    You can’t make up for the time you selfishly took
    With your alone time inside yourself you should look
    Then just maybe you will start to see my pain
    Come to terms and tell my daughter my name

    Jason “Jroc” Seaton 2/2/09

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