"In the eyes of a child, I wonder how to protray this life? From out of my father's sack, in the passion and wanting of my mother's womb, I'm slowly formed in the image of this being called God. Now, that I'm able to see and hear of this world I have yet to know, I think of how my parents would be? Will I get the proper knowledge of being this promise to strengthen the world, or will I be the bain of my parents existence? Curious to know, now I'm being pulled out looking to take my first breath, and finally open my eyes, with alot of possibilities to take in. Will I be loved or in question as to which sack I came out of, cause mama's not sure as to who daddy is. Or, in another scenario, see how daddy treats my mama? Will she get treated like royalty, or like the gum underneath daddy's shoe. Admist the two teachers, comes my environment. Will my crib be full of fun or crying nightmares, that makes me scream to the top of my lungs, wishing someone to cradle me, instead of ignore me? Play with my toys, watching another segment to this drama between mama and daddy. See the tears rolling down her face. Bills mounting high, while daddy rolling or getting high. Not painting a tragic picture, on sometimes it's happy and picture perfect, and as I grow I see my parents teaching me how to live. In the eyes of a child, society could never comprehend my upbringings, just praying that they can relate."
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