Are You Proud Yet?
A letter for you:
I bend over backwards,
but not a word comes from you.
I fight and fight and fight,
but you never look down on me.
All I ask is for a smile or a word of praise or even acknowledgement.
I simply ask that you care.
But you don't care,
because you've moved onto the next project.
You let everyone else be proud while you keep moving forward.
I ask, "Are you proud yet?" and I smile.
Because even if you don't show it, we are both proud of what we have done.
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