Father's words are still inked in the pages of my heart.
Words that became a map on my journey to manhood.
Leading me throw the horror road of survival,
And maybe, putting me on a success path.
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I was taught that men don't cry,
So, I learnt how to lock my tears in my heart.
Making my heart a cloudy sky, covering the beams of its sun.
A sun that should have painted my face with peaceful smile.

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"Be strong like a man my son".
I wore this word like a shoe,
When life covered my path with thorns.
With it, I fought the battle of survival in my darkest night,
And watched in victory as the East birth a 'new sun'.

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Dear son, never forget that it's a man's world.
These words wore me the regalia of a king.
And put on my head the crown of pride,
But, placed me on the throne without a kingdom.
Until I realized that great kingdoms are made by humans who have more than three legs.
Men who saw beyond their umbilical cord.

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Now I have learnt to see beyond the shores of Papa words.
I learnt to cry through my pen,
Hence, saving my heart from floods that is about to drown it.
I grew stronger romancing my pen,
And braver stitching my heart with poetic words.