Expectations of Two
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Expectations of Two
My mother lived
In a house of four
Beaten to perfection
And no flaws
Rising from the slums
Staying hungry to save money
She moved to the U.S.
To get a decent job
My father reaps what he sows
To possess what he owns
Wise and independent
Since the age of fifteen
Strong and jagged hands
With his persistent nature
He moved to the U.S
Pushing carburetors
Mom and Dad conceived me
In a house of only three
Appraised by many
For outside personality
Mother, I'm sorry
With six A's and one B
But I've thought you better
With a smack to the face
a red cheek and growing anger
I'm left dumbfounded
With a burning sting
Father, I'm sorry
Just football, no track
Boy, don't you talk back
Two is better, not one
With a swift belt on my back
And a pulsing headache
Only to be reminded
That I'm not average
I understand now
Father, Mother
20 years later
230 pounds, 6'4
Scholarships to UM, football star
It's all behind me
Now I'm behind a desk
Of my own company
With a face-splitting grin
To the Victor goes the Spoils