"Father"

Your eyes drown with anger
When I call you by your name
What else did you expect
Would you prefer something profane?

You hide behind these clothes, the jewelry, and the women. 
Reproducing, while intruding 
Yet you call yourself a man. 

Falsifier, you fabricator
Fornicator, you perpetrator. 
Depositing your sperm
In every woman, without concern.

Respect is something you earn
Not a gift that is given
"Father" is what you yearn for 
Meanwhile, I've been here struggling. 

Struggling for love
And seeking to be desired
While all along, 
You were all that I required.