Through our mother's labor were we born
Yet the struggles still continue after
Responsibilities piling up like a pyramid
Still we get called different names
For the sins of people not known
Not minding the hours spent under the sun
Just to make all ends meet.
In the beginning of the world was Adam
Alone in the garden full of fruits
Till he had a company and lost his way
The curse on men was clearly spelt out
From our ancestors till this present generation
Breaking grounds with every sweat
Till the day we truly rest in peace.
The change from boys to men
Puberty springing up uncontrollably
Maturity when we are not yet ready
No one to blame for this rapid growth
The sweat of man to stay sane
Despite the hurdles life pushes at us
We still remain the head of the house.
The struggles of keeping the home
Temptations flying around in shape of skirts
Even to be a father ain't an easy job
Think of Tariq in the tv series called Power
The pain he caused his family
What a strong man to still stand through the pain
We men are truly the VIPs of the world.
This poem was a reflection I got from the Tv show; Power. How a son can be ungrateful to a father that has given him everything despite the hurdles he faced when he was growing up. I dedicate this poem to all hardworking, intelligent, diligent,loyal and faithful men out there.