Bike Shop
Growing up, never having a dad
no male figure in my life.
Except my uncle, who I look up to,
owned a bike shop when I was little.
I remember spending hours in a bike shop,
looking at the different bikes and tools.
He inspired me and pushed me,
to be whoever I wanted to be.
I wrestled in high school,
my dad never came,
but my uncle bill was always there,
cheering me on from the stands.
Inspired by him,
I want to run my own bike shop one day,
and hope that I can teach my son,
how to play.
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