Looking up to you

I was ten years old,

tender by age but not slow.

I could start to notice your imperfections,

but somewhere along the road you showed me what it was like to be a man.

That dedication you showed me allowed me to unlock my potential,

but what happenes when I fail?

I need love and affection,

but I do not want to sound desperate.

i just want you to hear me,

becuase now I have a child of my own.

Everything, at the courious age of nineteen, might not have gone according to your plan,

but that doesn't mean I'm not a man.

 

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