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Father, pillar, always present;
always controlling - no consent.
Telling me to grow up and
become my own man…
To get out because
he can’t control. He wants:
never to hear me sing sweetly in summer;
never to watch me paint blueness yonder,
rather, see me become more like him,
with his strength and his…private times.
If that’s what a man is, I’d rather be a woman,
as poetry in the rain shapes more
beauty and philosophy than
the axe men and their dominance.

Not creating those like him.

And me, the accident who apparently needs
to be sent away to learn my lesson,
as I don’t have his authority, reputation.
Well, father (if that's what you are)
I’ll tell you about my rainy poetry.
Not everyone has to live life way.
It’s a choice you force and yet
sons like me aren’t meant to get wet.
They didn’t come from a ghost mother
that was taken by a man who
professed to be her lover.
You still don’t take consent as you know,
I don’t like private time and bedtime is worse.
I won’t live in your shadow and I’ll write my verse.

Yet let me tell you something I’ll never regret:
I’m more of a man than you’ll ever pretend and
I’m more of a woman than you’ll ever get.

Description
Father, pillar, always present;
always controlling - no consent.
Telling me to grow up and
become my own man…
To get out because
he can’t control. He wants:
never to hear me sing sweetly in summer;
never to watch me paint blueness yonder,
rather, see me become more like him,
with his strength and his…private times.
If that’s what a man is, I’d rather be a woman,
as poetry in the rain shapes more
beauty and philosophy than
the axe men and their dominance.

Not creating those like him.

And me, the accident who apparently needs
to be sent away to learn my lesson,
as I don’t have his authority, reputation.
Well, father (if that's what you are)
I’ll tell you about my rainy poetry.
Not everyone has to live life way.
It’s a choice you force and yet
sons like me aren’t meant to get wet.
They didn’t come from a ghost mother
that was taken by a man who
professed to be her lover.
You still don’t take consent as you know,
I don’t like private time and bedtime is worse.
I won’t live in your shadow and I’ll write my verse.

Yet let me tell you something I’ll never regret:
I’m more of a man than you’ll ever pretend and
I’m more of a woman than you’ll ever get.