Once a Boy . . . Now a Man

Spitting in their faces
Running around, knocking any object i see out of their hands
I only wish for a better life
Wishing that people weren't scared, needing someone to take a stand

But now i am a man
I see the light in which was once blurry
I remember the tears as i wanted to change
But i have never been seen to be one who's worthy

The clenching of my fists
only ever diverting to reach their faces
The destination which was ever so enjoyable
Led to certain assumptions such as me being sexist or racist

But now i am a man
i understand that change was compulsory
I then had to control my inner being,
Respecting the presence if anyone came close to me

i was silly, stupid and crazy
But knowledge wasn't necessary in my eyes
So i am glad that i had the chance to change
Or my spirit would've been in the skies

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