Since a man must bringTo music what his mother spanked him forWhen he was two: bits of forgotten hate,Devotion: whether or not his mattress hurts:The little dream his father humored: the thingHis sister did for money: what he ateFor breakfast—and for dinner twenty yearsAgo last autumn: all his skipped desserts.
-Gwendolyn Brooks
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