Born a Crime

his color. His family was him, my
mom, and the new baby. My family
was my mom and me. I actually
appreciated that about him.
Sometimes he was my buddy,
sometimes not, but he never
pretended our relationship was
anything other than what it was.
We’d joke around and laugh
together. We’d watch TV together.
He’d slip me pocket money now and
again after my mother said I’d had
enough. But he never gave me a
birthday present or a Christmas
present. He never gave me the
affection of a father. I was never his
son.