Out of your loins,
Hence i came,
Bringing a part of you,
With me.
I stand, like a canvas,
before,your authority,
Paint me,
With your prejudices

I came through you,
But not from you.
I came with eyes,
But you gave me vision.
I came with a heart,
But you gave me courage.
You gave me shoes,
But I must chose my path.

My mother's kind words,
Are like broken clay pots,
Fetching from life's rivers.
Your harsh words,
Are the breast plate
For life's battles.
The shield
For nature's tempest

Like the rush of wind,
That pushes the rain clouds.
Like the ocean,
That belges sand ashore,
Like the earth,
That pushes forth its fruits
I carry a part of you into the future,
touching the naked body of your dreams.

You are the shadow,
Of my thoughts.
I am the reflection
of your dreams
You are not my father,
But my guide in this world,
Through life's treacherous mazes,
To discover myself.