Mandate
Reprogramming my mind.
No longer a caregiver,
from now on I shall be overseer.
My words the whip,
these daily tasks a cotton field
of sorts. This child shall feel
calluses on his hands
as he pushes himself
from a lowly existence and
pursues happiness like a
homeless man who missed it.
From embryo to prince,
from idea to fruition, boy to man,
he is my mission.
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