May 2014
Wanna know a secret?
Sometimes, when I'm alone. I cry, but like a man.
You know, like that man my father was when he didn't hold me.
Because holding me, close to his heart, might teach me comfort; which is a weakness -such a quality is not fit for a man. At least that's the excuse his father gave him. Me, 10, I know better. So my question; who's the real man- The man pretending, or the child paying attention?
Fathers, need to stop being men.
and be Fathers.
A-MEN
Sometimes, when I'm alone. I cry, but like a man.
You know, like that man my father was when he didn't hold me.
Because holding me, close to his heart, might teach me comfort; which is a weakness -such a quality is not fit for a man. At least that's the excuse his father gave him. Me, 10, I know better. So my question; who's the real man- The man pretending, or the child paying attention?
Fathers, need to stop being men.
and be Fathers.
A-MEN
