but try it anyway

the truth is when i really dig deep
and try to recall
all his lessons
were passive
an unwrapped birthday toolbox
with everything i’d need
go on kid
teach yourself, like I did

what she gave me
were clear instructions
this is the way we bake the bread
this is the way we mop the floor
this is the way we set aside
our anger and hurt and desire

both stuck deep in different ways
i won’t let people teach me shit
i hate everything i have
ever been taught
dear christ let me unlearn
let me unlearn all this someday