This man that I tell you
Is not who he is
He puts on a face
For guests in his home
Laughing about things
That shouldn’t be funny
He doesn’t hit anyone
Except his only son
He loves his wife
She’s his one and only
He puts pressure on people
That he “loves the most”
Including his daughters
Telling them things
That makes them want to disappear—
Speaking up is talking back
No one can try
Or he will just yell
He says he hates it
But the satisfaction is written everywhere;
Every single time—
Everything his daughters do is a disaster
They can’t never seem to do it right
He’ll yell and yell till embroidered in their brain
He says he is proud of them
Then turns around and he yell at them for something they did wrong—
I love him so dearly, not sure if it’s the other way around.