Daddy Is the King
Daddy is the king she said.
I was not sure what it meant.
He reads the Bible she told me.
And he is in charge of the world.
And he is the king? I asked.
She nods her head.
He tells us what to do and we do it.
She is thirteen, so I am amazed.
The king of the family.
The king of their house.
The king, the king, the king.
Long live the king, I think.
So sad that their mother escaped years ago.
Leaving four children to fend for themselves
at the hands of the king.
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