Domestic silence

My daughter is only in class three,

And she has already mastered the art of silence; she uses it to talk to me,

She uses it to express displeasure in things that I do,

She has vowed never to talk to me again!

She said I am not a good daddy,

Because I beat mummy!

My daughter is only in class three,

And she has already mastered the martial art of Bruce Lee,

Whenever I beat her mother she comes and kicks my knee,

She bites my hands and the Look in her teary eyes stings me like a bee!

My daughter is only in class three,

And she has already known the power of tears, she uses them to silence me,

Whenever I scream at her mother she cries on her behalf, floods of tears running down her small cheeks,

And immediately my tongue ceases to speak!

My daughter is only in class three,

And she thinks I do not deserve to live and walk free,

She says that men like me should be arrested by the police,

And whenever I go to her room to wish her a good night, she refuses my kiss!

My daughter is only in class three,

And she says she hates men, that when a boy approaches her for friendship she will not agree,

My daughter thinks that one day I might beat her,

And so she sleeps with a knife in her drawer,

She says that when she grows up she would like to be a lawyer! 

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