look at this man in front of
me
what i came from
look at who he pretends to be
fronting to all his kids.
telling his wief not to worry about his job that we have it all
still laughing and enjoying the little money we do have.
not thinking about the horrible
things that will be caused
while not having a job not supporting
his family.
My dad is a perfect excample of who i
do not want to become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem