Which Path Will You Pass? Poem by Shamba Kaunda

As i see you grow,
My worries on you is my main blow,
As you start to look soft and ripe,
My fear is on whose advice will build your life?
As beauty starts to emerge on your face,
My trouble is on what problem will come first,
As your voice turns soft and cream,
My crux centres on your choices and dreams,
As you are reaching thirteen,
and i see some pimples on your skin,
My attention is captured by the path you will pass,
And a question on your destination.