' The Story of a Boy '
Mama used to tell me,
That no two people are the same,
That everyone is different,
Although some may have the same name.
She was the only one,
That i could rely and depend on,
She taught ne things and held my hand,
She taught me to be strong.
Daddy used to tell me,
About money love and life,
He talked to me like an adult,
He talked of poverty and strife.
But he was never there,
Had too many things to do,
Then finally he left us,
And moved on with something new.
But now that I am older,
I can finally understand,
That it takes a lot of work,
To truly become a man." -CR
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