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Dear fathers of the world.

Having a child doesn't make you a father. It makes you a sperm donor. It means that you sired a child, that you helped create a life. One that you don't have the right to destroy.

A five minute call every three weeks doesn't make you a father, either. That's just letting your child know that you still exist. That even though they never see you and their mother keeps making excuses, excuses, excuses of why you aren't there, you're still living your life without the one you created.

Marrying the mother of your child doesn't make you their dad. It only makes you her husband. Two drastically different concepts.

Beating your children doesn't make a well-disciplined child. It's makes an abusive father and a depressed kid that either cries themselves to sleep, wishes they were dead, or both.

These are things said every day, yet no one takes heed. But it's past time. Either step up to bat or step of the field. Either own up to the responsibility of caring for the life you created or don't help create it.

And dear fatherless children,

A fatherless home doesn't need to kill you. It doesn't mean you're useless. It doesn't mean that you can't be loved. You can do anything you put your mind to, whether the person who helped bring you into the world is there or not. They aren't there for your performance, shine so bright that they can see you from a millions away. They missed your concert, sing or play so loud that they can hear you from outer space. You don't need them because you are your own person. You can shine as bright as a diamond without carrying their weight on your shoulders. Because you're beautiful. And you're perfect.

Love yourself.