The Day I Became a Man?

 It wasn’t the day I took a baseball bat
And pole-axed Roscoe Dawes,

Or the day I talked Shaniqua Hanks
Out her ninety-nine cent drawers.

It wasn’t the day my father died
(The only man I’ll ever mourn).

And, believe it or not, it wasn’t
The day my son was born.

It wasn’t the time I sat behind
The wheel of my first car,

Or when I looked into a mirror
And decided I was a star.

It wasn’t the day I found out
“Cousin Pam” was my half-sister.

It was the day some kid, I didn’t know,
Walked up and called me… mister.