Son, You're Understood If my son were to write a poem About his bastard father It would be full of anger Confusion, hatred, loss of respect, questions About why the man chose prison bars & barbed-wire fences Over building him a home with a white picket fence Showing him how to ride a bike Giving him advice on how to deal with the school bully The questions that a son could only ask a father Leading -- raising him to be a man But instead he'd say The motherfucker left me here To raise my damn self And curse the day he begged to ride alongside him Rejected He sees him behind glass made of steel But no matter how hard he kicks it He just can't set his daddy free Then he sees him in court Shackled from head-to-toe Laughing Ścause he thinks it's a joke Then after what seems like a long time Another man comes home He wonders where's my Dad Or why Mom's kissing that man I behind prison bars & barbed-wire fences Writing about my father Telling my son I understand Hoping I get a second chance -Jorge Nunez