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Papa, I hope you're proud.
You're not here anymore,
but I can feel you.
I know you're up there
watching me,
& everything I do.
If you can see me now,
I wonder if
you would be proud.
Would you be proud
of half the things I say out loud,
or the things said
in the dead of silence.
Would you be proud
of this life I've chosen?
Would you be proud
of my actions I take?
If you were here today,
would I ever hear you say,
that you are proud of
the woman I'm going into today?
