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Nov 2017
We were bred with much love until the ref said to touch gloves.
When they said to grow up, we put on suits to rush much.
We talked about being men that our daughters wouldn’t want to be with.
Our tribes had sons, and the saying was to not follow how we lived.
Because our role models were songs and movies, all with guns and girls.
But now we have a legacy so we want to make our sons our world.
Because when our son comes home with a problem, it is now the village's
And we don’t want society to take our young one out for pillages
We can sit down with our children, and tell them the birds and the bees
And if Mother asks how you knew this, you never heard it from me.
Written by
Michael Kusi  28/M
(28/M)   
95
   Toriana
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