I never got to feel your hands.
The voice of someone to look up to.
Who shares the same gender as you.
Who tells you the do's and don'ts
I never got to feel like a man growing up
Meaning...
I was challenged to mold myself.
YOU ARE READING
Our Father
Poetry"And as the candle flickers, whispering dreams are spoken silently." Carrying a burden through life just makes it tougher on you. To understand how to let go, you must first realize what you're carrying. These chains continue to scratch the floor e...
