You are only a child
Yet you have so much power
My son's future is being affected
His esteem shrinks hour by hour
I sit quietly wondering
Why a kind boy must suffer
He endures all your taunts
Along with his helpless father
We wait for a new day
When only his character will be judged
But will his physical stature
Give birth to a life-long grudge?
I pray for relief
In my son's mind
He does not deserve this
Yet life can be so unkind
Why must he avert his eyes
And shrink from view
Because he is not Atlas
And their scorn he cannot subdue
My son I love you so
I know the pain you hide
It is within me too
Together we make the painful ride
One day we will emerge
No longer heeding their taunts
They will vanish into our history
But what will be your response?
Take leave of the need to prove
And the obsession with their words
You will emerge the victor
And your fruit will adorn the orchards
Of a world that is understanding
That knows of your gifts
Take my hand my son
Let us forget these rifts
I will tell you who you are
I will place your worth before all
You will not be defeated
Because one day you will stand tall