from the moment i entered crying
to the moment i leave dying
my father is my puppeteer
i have never faced him without fear
from the moment i entered crying
to the moment i leave dying
my dad is my captain
urging me to break free from where i’m trapped in
my father ties my blindfold tight
and cuffs my hands behind my back
ensures i have no chance of flight
and seals the wall that holds a crack
my dad uncuffs my aching hands
so i may take my blindfold off
teaching me to take a stand
catching me if i should fall
my father wants me to be a doctor
strings tugged so tight leaving my flesh bleeding
his controlling fire growing ever hotter
never asking how i was feeling
my dad encourages me to choose my own path
gently cleaning and bandaging my wounds
never speaking on my behalf
helping me find and sing my own tune
my father wants me to be his son
to bury my dreams and hide who i am
to become someone he wouldn’t have to shun
just to disregard my efforts with the doors he slam
my dad wants me to be who i am
to seize the day and contribute a verse
to the powerful play, expectations be damned
to stay alive despite the adverse
from the moment i entered crying
to the moment i leave dying
i am my father’s property
i am my dad’s son
nowhere near how masterfully my love is able to manipulate words, but might as well give it a go :)