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Dear Parents
Dear parents,
I am writing you this letter to tell you a few things
Let me start by saying I know I wasn't the easiest kid to teach.
And that I was born with a metal cranium because I was hard headed
And that I must have been partially deaf because it was hard for me to listen
I know I did things that you guys weren't so proud of
I said some things that may have questioned where I came from
But I want to thank you individually for sticking it through
Mom. You carried me inside you for 9months which seems more like 20 years because to this day you give me life and protect me
Growing up you became my shield to block the arrows of life's bad experiences
You planted a keep off sign on my chest so no one would walk on me
You superglued my knees together so I could stand up for myself
And gave me armor so I never got stabbed in the back by unexpectancies of broken trust
You're the reason why I have such a high expectation for my future wife
Because whoever she is will be a spinning image of perfection because I'll want her to be just like you
For all the love you didn't have to give and all the care you didn't have to show
I thank you for giving me all that you know
Dad. You could have been one of those fathers my friends talked about. Dead beat
You could've folded your cards and given up on me
I used to think you weren't cool because you weren't rich and noticed
Then I saw the cape under your work clothes you were heroic
Superdad was your costume and raising your kids was your power. My mom was your weakness and shame was your enemy.
You taught me that being myself is the only way I'll succeed and that no matter what I did you'd be proud of me
I am ever so grateful that you disciplined me
Because you somehow whooped the anger out my body and knocked the stupid out my mind, you left bruises of intelligence and scars of respect was instilled in my heart
My parents are the only people who constantly make me proud
The love they show is always found
To end this letter I say for i am your child who grew
P.s. I love you
I am writing you this letter to tell you a few things
Let me start by saying I know I wasn't the easiest kid to teach.
And that I was born with a metal cranium because I was hard headed
And that I must have been partially deaf because it was hard for me to listen
I know I did things that you guys weren't so proud of
I said some things that may have questioned where I came from
But I want to thank you individually for sticking it through
Mom. You carried me inside you for 9months which seems more like 20 years because to this day you give me life and protect me
Growing up you became my shield to block the arrows of life's bad experiences
You planted a keep off sign on my chest so no one would walk on me
You superglued my knees together so I could stand up for myself
And gave me armor so I never got stabbed in the back by unexpectancies of broken trust
You're the reason why I have such a high expectation for my future wife
Because whoever she is will be a spinning image of perfection because I'll want her to be just like you
For all the love you didn't have to give and all the care you didn't have to show
I thank you for giving me all that you know
Dad. You could have been one of those fathers my friends talked about. Dead beat
You could've folded your cards and given up on me
I used to think you weren't cool because you weren't rich and noticed
Then I saw the cape under your work clothes you were heroic
Superdad was your costume and raising your kids was your power. My mom was your weakness and shame was your enemy.
You taught me that being myself is the only way I'll succeed and that no matter what I did you'd be proud of me
I am ever so grateful that you disciplined me
Because you somehow whooped the anger out my body and knocked the stupid out my mind, you left bruises of intelligence and scars of respect was instilled in my heart
My parents are the only people who constantly make me proud
The love they show is always found
To end this letter I say for i am your child who grew
P.s. I love you
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