Daddy

I was lucky because I grew up in a two parent household

My father was “around,” that’s all that mattered

But if he’s never been fully present, does that even matter?

Learning he was an absent parent in all of my other siblings’ lives even though he showed up for me

I wondered, was I, or were they the ones lucky?

Flying off the walls in anger then showing affection with the click of a switch

Take a walk in my shoes, daddy ain’t raise no bitch

Shut up, you’re ugly

You’re gay, but I’m just fucking around. Give me a hug. Don’t you love me?

You’ll never get a job

You’ll never get a man

You can try and try as hard as you can but you’ll never be good enough

That matted nappy shit that grows from your scalp that you like to call hair

The decisions you make

The effort you make

The money you make, or should I say the pennies you pinch you broke ass wench

Even down to what you wear you will never be good enough in my eyes

Somehow you’ll see daddy in every man you choose

But you’ll never be good enough for me

And they’ll never be good enough for you