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Sperm Donor
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Spoken word project about my father
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Stoneman writes, produces and records all his own music and vocals.
Stonewall Towery is the songwriter/producer known all over the world as Stoneman. He's an accomplished and much awarded artist who has demonstrated an uncanny ability to keep in time with the ever changing styles of music.
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Podcasts • Music Talk
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#1,880 today Peak #33
#256 in subgenre Peak #4
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Stonewall "Stoneman" Towery
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2009
Uploaded
August 28, 2009
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MP3 4.8 MB • 128 kbps • 5:17
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Sperm Donor, You are the author of the biggest lie ever told to a child With a tone of sincerity you looked down at me and said “I’ll be back”. You said two weeks and I was filled with the hope of your promise to return I watched the sun rise and fall as days turned to weeks, weeks to months and months to years. I squirmed under the force of a lashing strap as the darkness of night covered all my days. I am a champion of survival, a professional sufferer, a stiff necked competitor I was a champion from the very beginning as I rushed forward from your loins I pushed through the canal of life and penetrated the sun in order to stake my claim of existence I was the strongest and fastest of thousands who vied for the right to receive a soul But you sperm donor, you never cared to see me rise to championship heights Instead, you selfishly went forward towards more opportunities to impregnate and hide I remember the day they told me you died. They called you my father. I went to the ceremony of death but never mourned losing you. I could not cry for you, I could only hold my breath as the anger from years of torturous treatment from the one you left me with ignited a passionate windstorm of hatred in my heart I listened as the sorrowful wailings of all your friends and your new family permeated my ear drums With scorn I heard the cries of children who called you daddy but were not heirs from your loins I seethed with disdain at the thought that I had been abandoned so you could play daddy to those who were not even your own As I passed by your new wooden house for eternity, I could not see you. Your lies made me blind Blind with hatred, Blind with jealousy and blind with rage My father? You are not my father. You are the sperm donor who forgot that I even existed Birthdays and Christmases came and went but you never called or even sent a note. Momentous occasions in celebration of my personal accomplishments arrived But you were not there. You did not care about me or my brother. We were just more donations to the world from you. How dare they call you my father, a father provides, protects and loves. You didn’t do that for me? You could not even tell me the truth Why would I ever be misguided and stupid enough to believe that you ever even loved me? My birth was an inconvenience to you. I was a hollow promise you pretended to have never been born You stole my chance to be completely joined with my mother and ripped away a bond that should have never been severed. Now I languish in a state of virtual step child status as I try to regain something that should have never been taken away. But I am thankful for you. Sperm donor! I am thankful that your youthful folly gave me the opportunity to achieve conception I and all the others who wiggled forth with markers from your DNA are champions in spite of you Your donations have come forth and born fruit. We have overcome in the face of many obstacles. We endure, flourish and fight for our own piece of the covenant made by the creator of all things Daily I look in the mirror and am reminded of you in my own reflection. My eyes are like yours and my face is in your image. My walk and my swagger mimic yours But I am not like you. I don’t even know you. To me, you’re just a sperm donor
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