Mother wipes my nose, kisses me and puts me to bed
I stare through the window waiting, hoping that my father would come in next
Breakfast is prepared, my mothers hands kneading the flour
The same hands that scrub the floors, wash the clothes and press the uniforms
I was one of ten and my mother had no idea where my father was
I would close my eyes and nights and wonder what he looked like or even how he spoke
Even though my father was never around I held him close, close to my heart
I had no memories of him but I felt like I knew him
Each time I walked to school and saw men standing on the corners lusting at me
I felt like that's exactly how my father would be
The nation needs fathers but not just fathers, good fathers
Hardworking fathers, honest fathers, fathers with dignity
In my class I felt at home only one out of fifty had a dad at home
He would take her to school each and everyday
Walked her to her seat not just make sure that she was at the gate
I loved the man and felt like he was my own dad he made me feel like all men weren't all so bad
As I grew up I put hate aside and just prayed and hoped that men would understand that they are needed in their child' s lives
I needed my father to show me how a man should love and care for me
My brother needed my father to show him how to lead, guide and protect
Our nation needs fathers who will put our boys on the right path
Our nation needs mothers who will value themselves
A fatherless nation is what we live in
A father filled nation is what we need to aim for
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