Seeing you growing up, I am noticing
You can be so full of expressions
sadness, anger, happiness, excitement, playfullness
You express them all
multiple times throughout the day
But seeing you growing up, I am also noticing
How one day you will no longer be
so diversely expressive
You will be dull and violent
Because you have to be a boy, man
Which means you have to be dull and violent
like your father
I am noticing the present you and fearing the future you
May I be proven wrong.
Wehshat Nama 