AlphaMature

protector, leader, warrior,
father.

he sent her to school with holes in her socks,
and mud on her dress,
and these goddamn knots in her hair that he spent an hour
hunched over the arm of the sofa
while she bitched and moaned that
‘it huuuurts daddy!’
and he threatened that he’d give her something to really moan about,
and she was quiet again.

He sent her to school with holes in her socks,
her homework crumpled at the bottom of her bag,
half-finished and tattered
barely legible in 6 year old scrawl
but even if he wanted to help her,
he couldn’t

being unable to read or write with a child of six was hard
and it punched him in the stomach every day
she asked him
‘daddy, what does this word say? What does it meeeeeean daddy?’
these questions ended in tears and sore knuckles
and another hole in the bathroom wall.

He sent her to school with holes in her socks,
and children can be so mean…
(daddy, they’re so mean)
and he scoffs in her face and tells her to
grow the fuck up, goddamnit!
but he would rip the throat from even the strongest
man who tried to touch what was
his.

He sent her to school with holes in her socks,
and half a wilting sandwich
and he hasn’t eaten for three days.

He sent her to school with holes in her socks,
but trust on her tongue,
and love in her ears.

The End

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