grown

i hear you curse over the pain
knife cut while slicing
but i know thats not what hurt you
‘ask your father’
the same bitter recap
that housewives and whores exclaim with gingerly exchange
my heart sank
even though its been years
it was once in a blue moon he showed up
he grew the most tender heart i had ever seen,
had admiration and held peace together no matter how violent the world around him drank
you see, he never lacked in love
but rather in his duty
and over the years mama and i have gotten into this habit
that when those three words
leave your lips,
its slicing you open.

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