About Me

My photo
Gay Town, United States
Sparkles Magee, self professed "lipstick lesbian" and lover of bedazzled clothing ... offers a series of unrelated blogs - similar to todays blended families, which really just boil down to a bunch of strangers living under the same roof - akin to waiting in a subway for the next train out of town.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

In My Father's House


fa•ther / ˈfä[voicedth]ər/ • n. 1. a man in relation to his natural child or children. ∎ a man who has continuous care of a child, esp. by adoption; an adoptive father, stepfather, or foster father. ∎ a father-in-law. ∎ a male animal in relation to its offspring. ∎ (usu. fathers) poetic/lit. an ancestor. ∎ (also founding father) an important figure in the origin and early history of something. ∎ a man who gives care and protection to someone or something: the prince is widely regarded as the father of the nation. ∎ the oldest or most respected member of a society or other body. ∎ (the Father) (in Christian belief) the first person of the Trinity; God. ∎ (Father) poetic/lit. used in proper names, esp. when personifying time or a river, to suggest an old and venerable character: Father Thames.


In my Father's House

You were worthless until told you were worth something

In my Father's House

Everything you did and everything you said was subject to scrutiny and harsh criticism

In my Father's House

There were things you could do that were worthy of being ignored... for weeks... sometimes months

In My Father's House

If you were old enough to get there by yourself... you were old enough to make it home alone





In my Father's House

Everything you had was because he allowed you to have it

In my Father's House

The television was God

In my Father's House

Support and encouragement made you afraid of failure

In my Father's House

Your success belonged to him

In my Father's House

You were a nuisance
You were disposable
You were in the way
You were an unwelcome disruption


In my Father's House

Everything had to look good




In my Father's House

It is never your house...

Though, was my Father's House ever really HIS house?

Wait ...

In my Father's House....

He's not really my Father... It's just a game we play...


In My Father's House

1 comment:

  1. In My Father's House... So true... I Read This And It Just Made My Day Because Someone Else Has The Same Kind Of "Father" As Me... Not That It's A Good Thing, But At Least I Don't Feel So Alone...

    ReplyDelete

Related Posts

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...