I understand
abandoned to welfare,
kicked into desperation,
overwhelmed and forgotten by
anyone-who-doesn’t-lift-a-finger-to
point-him/self-in-the-right-direction
to-help-his-children’s-lost-mother-in
a-place-where-her-children’s-sunken-eyes
are-burning-cries-of-hope
to-see
what would it feel like to be working with someone who decided to stop paying you for your valuable work, expected you to keep working, gave you his job on top of that, and yelled at you every day for not doing enough–it’s like that in some small way
taking more blame than necessary by blaming her bad choice, not his bad choices, excusing yourself by doing the same thing he is doing to her and to you
would a society care to rehabilitate this notion that good fathers really do matter,
’cause since they insist on leaving and calling abandonment all-around good,
the kids are ending up with no alma mater
lamehousewife
