Man Of The House
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When daddy called it quits
There I was, the man of the house.
At four years old, I took the hits
Too young to articulate my doubts.
The words found their way into conversations
So much so I thought it was my name.
Why was everyone sitting around and waiting
For me to grow before he who gave the shame?
My mother never uttered the words
But I heard her praying in my sleep.
Was I a terrible child because I wanted to play
Instead of sacrifice youth to housekeep?
I am a man now and the expectations are the same
But to a much higher degree than before.
And I still hear the voices proclaim
I should sacrifice my own for the shoes my father wore.
