myfather
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When I sit in silence,
I close my eyes.
What's that noise from afar?
I need to change the oil in my car.
Wait. Pause. Breathe. Breathe…….
It’s amusing to me about how societal standards can affect one's mind deeply. It causes multiple questions to cultivate and confusion to disperse about identity.
A proud man who always worked hard
Never gave up and reached for the stars
Held out his arms when we'd fall
He helped us be strong to stand tall
Made us laugh through the years
When my friends ask me what my father does,
I am the few that gets to say,
my daddy works a chocolate factory.
They reply with jealousy.
(poems go here) as she sat there and watched the evils slip through her father
she could only imagine the pains that reside in the heart growing weary.
