I remember when I was 8 years old I did something bad and my mom said wait until your daddy gets home. For the first few hours I was a little scared. I knew when daddy got home he was going to spank me for old and new. But the few hours turned into a day and daddy still was not home. Then the day turned into weeks and the weeks became months and the months became years. And as we sat waiting for daddy to come home my mom eyes filled with tears. I on the other hand filled up with rage and resentment. And I started telling myself yeah when daddy gets home this is what I’m gone ask. Where were you daddy when I growing up and learning how to be a man? Where were you when my sister needed to learn that she did not have to spread her legs to be loved by a man? Where were you when that stray bullet pierce little Bobby’s flesh and his blood covered the ground? Where were you when mom was spending all her nights alone? These are the questions I will ask if daddy ever gets home
Lore Me34
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