Not all men

Your tiny hands in your father's palms

you know he will never let go

You can never doubt a father's love

Until another man takes your hand 

Until another man tell you they are not liek the rest

Until another man lets you know that you are no more then a body for show

Left out in the cold 

Only to know that  its normal when you're old

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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