Your Dad’s fists didn’t
Stop her running her mouth
Cross parts of his anatomy
“Shut it”, he’d warn
Just another mother
Bearing a responsibility
To bring up his children
You might think a woman
Has a place, and her male
Friends are a threat to what
Little self-esteem you have left
Misunderstanding, that a woman
Can be more than just
A smiling observant.
Jealousy, and rage
Insecurity between the temple
Between providing a home
And growing a life of your own
Taking on the easier targets
Proposing to leave bruises
While she takes your name


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