​My Boy!

I’m working three jobs not to just make ends meet but that you my boy will have what you need. By the time you grow from a seed to a boy and come out to this world I will have it all ready for you. I opened a bank account in your name, every other month I put something in there. You will use it to go to college. Where we live, outside the cocoon I’m building for you, They will use everything in their power to stop you from reaching the top, But, I will not let them. I will not let you to fail. So my boy, forgive me for any little stress we might feel As I stay all day on my feet. Forgive any anger or regret That might show up in mommy’s head.

Boy! You are just like your father, 14 years old and still acting like a baby. You ungrateful child. I spend my youth cleaning toilets, I’ve spend my money popping stress tablets, I’ve spend my energy in building a bank balance.

And this is how you repay me.

Doctors say you are depressed But you ain’t fooling me. I’ve build the ground under your feet, I gave my life to nourish yours, And this is how you waste it?