Father or Dad?

My so called Father,
so called I say,
he never cared for me as a baby,
momma always rocked me to sleep while Father was out drinking,
drinking his days away,
throwing our lives away,
he hurt us so badly,
some more than others,
he hit my mom beat her to a pulp,
as I stood and watched his actions,
one day I couldnt take it anymore,
so I grabbed the broom by the back door,
and let it roar across his ugly back like never before,
he stopped beating her and stopped calling her a whore,
he was the whore who cheated on her million times before,
finally she got her courage up to divorce his sorry ass,
she had enough of his lashes,
he tried to kill himself but she felt no remorse for him since they were getting a divorce,
finally our live was not course,
she found a guy who loved her back and never beat her with a bat,
he cared for us as his own,
never caring we were scorn before,
he knew we trusted him,
trusted him more than my so called father,
my so called father was so enraged he started to rage,
taking it out on my sister and I,
not talking to us or calling us anymore,
which hurt us even more,
but we just shut the door to him,
he tries to play daddy when he wants too,
but we dont give into his drunkin dreams,
sometimes it seems I wish he would die,
dieing would make it too easy for him,
he needs to suffer on the floor like my momma did,
he needs beat to a pulp,
someday I will beat him with my kindness,
I am phasing him out of my life,
starting a new phase in life,
I have a dad who loves me,
I dont need a fake father who hates me,
I need someone to love me and I can love back,
I found that one night,
his name is Charlie and he is my Dad!