You Ain’t A Man

“You are not a man…”

The response my dad gave my Mother when told of my future plans.
Never really there,
Just,
Plotting on making his next buck inside his trusty ole’ cab.
Driving throughout New York City,
Stressed from all his bidding,
For a woman who would rather see me dead than existing,
He made sure to take a look at me and,
Ride past.
But,
Does it really matter when I’ve spent more cash,
For another taxi driving me back home telling me it’s not true.
How,
I’m not wanted by my mom and dad…
?