There are days of light and there are days of dark.
We don't always get to choose what we wake to, what memory will take shape as we rub the crust of sleepiness from our eyes. It may be shadow monsters or sunsets. Whichever memory arises within me, I feel obligated to give it life through words. This is one of those....
(Sung to "Baa Baa Black Sheep)
Little boy, little boy
Do you feel the pain?
Yes dad, yes dad
It lingers in my brain
Daddy dear, daddy dear
Will you please abstain?
No son, no son
My belt shall soon explain
Daddy please, daddy please
I beg you not again
Sorry son, sorry son
My palm knows not restraint
Weeping son, weeping son
You think me inhumane?
Daddy yes, daddy yes
I fear you're quite profane
What can I do son?
How can I refrain?
All I've ever known
You must respect the cane
Dear boy, dear boy
My father was the same
He used his fist to punish
I loved him just the same
I begged him just to love me
I begged him not to blame
I wished he had just held me
I wished he had just stayed
Now I cannot break the cycle
Now I cannot break the chain
I fear that you will follow
Down this dirty dark terrain...