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“Where did you get that name!

It’s crazy!

You are a woman!”



I smile, quite amused yet semi annoyed by their ruckus.

Sure, I am a woman,

Whom they call, “BIG PAPA”.



I know for them,

It is semantics,

Just a matter of gender.

But for me,

It is much deeper.



At first it seemed only a song…

”I love it when you call me big papa,

Wave your hands in the air,

Like you’s a true player.”

It started out as a joke.

I knew I wasn’t all that and a bag of chips.



But as this name has carried on,

What does it say of the single mother,

Of a male child?

She has to be his mother, and father.

She has to teach him love,

How to respect a woman, as a woman,

But also, teach him how to respect a woman,

As he will be a man.



Who will teach him to shave,

And what will be said of the day,

When he comes to her and says,

“Mom, I need an athletic supporter.”

Such relationships have no breeding ground

For what is appropriate and proper…

Because men have long since abandoned their responsibilities.

And women have made some bad decisions in choosing mates.



But there are those,

Who are exceptions,

Widows and widowers.

Parents that are killed,

Leaving kids to be raised by their only living relatives.



And what of a Grandfather,

Who is the only one there to teach his grand-daughter,

Of the birds and the bees.



You see,

My name isn’t just a semantic,

It is a rebel yell that you simply cannot hear.

It is a calling of a vast majority unheard…

They are the single parents, and grandparents,

Who have not had time to tell you what it’s like to be,

The parent of both genders,

Because it’s a twenty four seven job,

To be the parent of one gender.



I will stand,

By whatever name you give me,

Saying I’m a pervert, a deviant,

Whose only desire in life is to manipulate a child’s mind.



Let me say,

Those days are over.

They ended when women wore pants on the prairie,

To go out and brand cattle.

They ended when men became secretary’s.

They ended when you took notice of my name—

Because you questioned it’s meaning.



Don’t you see, it ended,

And when are you going to try and catch up?