Don't worry about what others say and do.
If I come home and find you haven't done,
What I told you to...
I am not going to them!
I'm going straight to you.
In fact...
I will make it my business,
To make sure I see you first.
I'm not raising a child.
I'm grooming a man.
One day you will understand this.
'Those were early gifts,
Delivered and given to me by my mother.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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