I try my best
Oh guardian of mine,
what shall I do to please you
we your kin do our best to meet your expectations
some of us are better and some of us are lesser
that doesn´t mean you shall have the right to punish me for what I can´t avoid
from our intellect to our ability to follow your instructions
You, the one who bore us and raised us from a babe
despise the thought of us failing and not being capable of expressing your ignorant
pride in our achievements to your fellow man
You shall love us for who we are
not for what we can do and what we offer you.
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