Man Up
every other nite i'm
alone
even when i write
myheart
selects the words to
the poem
my moms tell me,i'm
acting
like my pops when i
didn't even
know him.
my feelings throw rays
of affections. and i
just show em
who knows i can be right,
and you
you can be wrong. well
i'mma let
you know that i'm moving
on
and in the future we
both will come
to find out what it
beholds.
Copyright © Frederick Smith | Year Posted 2005
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