Philosopher's Pen

Mama From where did you get your heart When I look at your eyes I see the love of God When I feel your breath I feel the breath of God Mama From where do you get your smile That when I accidentally hear the sound of your cry You turn to me and all I see is your lovely smile Mama From where did you get your backbone That never got tired of carrying me But still supported a water pot on your head Mama From where did you get your patience That watched and waited for me to grow Patiently weeding out my mistakes of puberty Forgiving me like they never were Showering me with love even when I felt least deserving Mama you are a lesson from God

May be it was love I am sure it was not lust Maybe it was this madness that pushes men The love and want for things out of reach I wanted her with all in me It seemed like she loved the play Watching me weaken for her Watching me want her I knew this but never wanted to stop I wanted her more and more More and more she had her fun I wanted her not for pleasure Not fame Not for glory I wanted a friend of her Someone I could trust A friend I could be weak before without fear Someone who allowed me to be human And not terrified to be one But she wanted a man Someone who could stand above like a cloud on a hot day Who could rain on her storms and thunder when they disagreed Someone who could subdue her Make a humble That is what she wanted But that is all I never desired of me Neither did I wish it for her I wanted to be honest Guided by the truth Truth sweet And truth that hurts Only truth I could trust Not some weak girl