Bless the woman that makes you a man
Taking off your training wheels
I’m not her.
Thank that saintly patient teacher
Waiting for maturity to hit you over the head
Call me when you get there.
Luck to the woman who sees your potential
More than the reality in front of her
Send me a postcard.
Sympathy to the woman mistaking a mirage for a lagoon
Amidst the dusty sand dunes
I’m just not that thirsty.
Thank that sacrificial whore
Who let you take more than you can give
I don’t spread myself around.
I’ll be the one to let you struggle lovingly
Because I believe in you more than you do
I’ll be the only one strong enough to handle you
Because I’m strong enough to know that I don’t have to