Call Me Pa Poem by EatinB8 CC Ko

Call me bro. From one to ten, what is your favourite shape of the alphabet? I'd tell you refrigerator and teach you other random stuff, but I figured you'd end up asking mum.

Call me homie. From brains to brawns, I'd stick to your back, pushing you, not forward, but higher. Higher than I'd get on skittles when I was young.

Call me you enemy, your rival. From two plus two equals, to 8 o'clock curfew, I'd set the rules you'd always break. arguing over the smallest, and breaking apart the biggest.

Call me son. From modern age technology to my very own you, I'd learn from you like you'd learn from me. and growing as we learn, we'd touch back to reality when you'd come back and simply...

Call me pa. From the tears and blood shed from the very first moment to the last step I'd take on my journey with you, I'd call you my pride, my virtue, my blessed tradition. From the center of your universe, to the center of everything you see, you'd better believe, you'd better remember, you'd be my center as I'd be yours.