A Parent, Unaware

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You’re not really a man-

I would know, because I am,

And since you’re not like me,

I will never let you be.

 

I spend time every day

Telling you to look away

From the things that you feel,

Because I don’t think they’re real.

 

And some days you are weak,

Sobbing until you can’t speak,

Hiding all of the pain,

And taking all of the blame.

 

Maybe I don’t know how I hurt you,

Calling you a beautiful girl,

And maybe I never will,

But I keep coaxing out the curls.

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