The Stepfather Poem by Cedric Wilson

Here I stand for a number of years
Can't do much - my hands are tied I fear:

Seeing the young one
Losing his life - wasting it out on the streets
I cant tell him nothing, the smallest advise brings on heat:

I see his potential, he does'nt want to tap in it
He can be someone or something
if drawn from within:

My tone alone, the mother gets uptight
For I am the man, TOUGH LOVE is what you invite:
Not trying to control him, just want him to evolve
From the little boy I met, to a man who stands tall: