I, the owner, will promise to take care of him.
I will love him, powerfully,
I will not hurt him, sourly,
I will feed him, brush him, and play with him.

I, the wife, will promise to take care of him.
I will talk to him, honestly,
I will not damage his ego, purposefully,
I will cherish him, think of him, and be forever with him.

I, the mother, will promise to take care of him.
I will teach him, rightfully,
I will not lose my temper towards him, level-headedly,
I will raise him, trust him, and give him all I have of myself.

I, the young girl, will promise to keep these wishes to myself.
I will act immature, expectedly,
I will talk about boys, not men,
I will suffocate my lovely, accelerated, traditional thoughts.

Because I am not an owner, a wife, or a mother.
And I may never be.