Fathers

Let me tell you something about your sons If they cry, it is not weakness If they hurt, it does not make them a pussy It makes them human Father Let me tell you something about your son He is strong beyond belief He is carrying the weight of the world on his back And for once it might be nice if you didn't add to it You called him a wimp for crying in front of me I call you a wimp because you are too afraid to show emotion in front of your wife or children You called him weak for feeling pain that was too much I call you weak for not teaching your son that it's okay to break every once in awhile You claim to be a good father, but punching him in the stomach just because he cries or wants his life to be different from your plan makes you the worst kind of father Mother Let me tell you about your son He is not other men He is not a little boy anymore He is not worthless He is not a disappointment Just because you don't like how he cuts his hair Mother Why do you let Father do this to him? Do you not care for your own son? Mother Let me tell you about myself I am the girl that your little boy loves I am the girl that will spend every moment making sure that neither of you ever make him feel worthless ever again I am the girl that will take him far away from you and all the pain you've cause him I will treat him like you should have all along Let me tell you about my fiance He is starlight dancing among the night sky He is the peace and calm of a snowy winter afternoon His eyes shine like the moon and his arms feel like home He protects me He keeps me safe And I will never let him go