1992 Poem by Alejandro Tavira

Back in 92', a woman at the age of 22
Gave birth to a son, who's father said, "it's all on you"
Dismayed and confused, without a clue of what to do
All she could do at night was cry blue
But little that she knew
Her love grew
And now I'm about turn 22, caring for my son
Giving thanks to God and my Ma, for the rough and tough times that taught me to take care of mine
And I might be a no one, but to my son I won't be just a father, but the best one
No matter what struggle comes
I'll push `til my bodies numb
And won't stop `til kingdom comes.