ODE: "GENUINE" BY CYRA

Well, my son I am sorry,

I ask for your forgiveness, 

For the guilt is killing me,

I could never leave you at that age without a genuine reason,

It's 20 years down the line,

How will I explain myself?

Will you accept me?

Your mother and I had some problems so I had to quit,

Our efforts to solve them was futile,

When you see me call me Daddy, 

I will gladly respond.

You know not the love of a father because I quited,

Hold nothing against me, because you were too young then to understand,

Ask your mum about what transpired, and pay attention,

My son I hope you will forgive me for this,

I am the daddy of that family and will still be

I will approach you and tell you everything,

Please promise to give me an ear,

Daddy loves you still!

CYRA THE POET  

(Dripping pen)

The poet persona speaks as a man who meets his son years after having some misunderstanding with his wife. They seem to meet in the world of ghetto since the boy has a halved parental care. He apologizes to his son and tells him he deserted the boy for some uncontrollable reasons.