MALE CHILD
Someday I would write for the male child.
I would tell of his love covered in a stern face.
Each muscle a story of the conquest for his family.
His smile hiding the untold story of each battle.
His sweats, bleeding waters of labour.
I would ask a poet to teach me how.
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Someday I would write for the male child.
I would tell of his love covered in a stern face.
Each muscle a story of the conquest for his family.
His smile hiding the untold story of each battle.
His sweats, bleeding waters of labour.
I would ask a poet to teach me how.
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