Paint splashes of dirt on the bathroom floor
Kyle coats the room with war paint
He shakes dirt from his ****
and it splatters walls with childhood
This is when being ***** was a good thing
When showers were a chore
He is still muddy when he steps from the tub
Pigeon chest protruding like a plate of armor
She is not mad at Kyle
His smile is a saving grace
She is practiced in spit baths
And spankings that didn’t hurt
Only scared him
Kyle is a little warrior
With long skinny arms
And long skinny legs
And a smile like a lighthouse
She ruins a white towel
Is rough when she rubs the dirt away
Pays much attention to his ears
Kyle knows this is pointless
She knows this is pointless
It’s what boys do
They get *****
And mothers
Can only do so much
Acknowledge that they are helpless to the process
Of becoming a man
Kyle will always find ways to get *****
She won’t always clean up his messes
But parts of her
Will always want to
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
Paint splashes of dirt on the bathroom floor
Kyle coats the room with war paint
He shakes dirt from his ****
and it splatters walls with childhood
This is when being ***** was a good thing
When showers were a chore
He is still muddy when he steps from the tub
Pigeon chest protruding like a plate of armor
She is not mad at Kyle
His smile is a saving grace
She is practiced in spit baths
And spankings that didn’t hurt
Only scared him
Kyle is a little warrior
With long skinny arms
And long skinny legs
And a smile like a lighthouse
She ruins a white towel
Is rough when she rubs the dirt away
Pays much attention to his ears
Kyle knows this is pointless
She knows this is pointless
It’s what boys do
They get *****
And mothers
Can only do so much
Acknowledge that they are helpless to the process
Of becoming a man
Kyle will always find ways to get *****
She won’t always clean up his messes
But parts of her
Will always want to
First line donated by Andrea Hugg Pabalan.
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