Written in response to Robert Hayden’s: Those Winter Sundays.

You are the giver, giving all a family needs delivered

The provider of all and yet despised

No matter his weakness, I must endear him and fear him

Always paranoid of his eyes

My goals are great to go out, fulfill, and leave to fate

But with my state, why bother

For the most accursed dread to put on a man’s head

Is to assign him an extraordinary father

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