The man and me.

The man I see is courageous like me.

He's the man that provides for his family.

He's the man that they call mister.

He's the man that has the final say.

He's the man that is living the American Dream.

    Why can't they see him in me?

      Why can't they see the man I see?

I try to make them understand that he and I are the same being.

I try to make them see the men who's standing at the top of everything.

      Standing at the top of everything?

Oh, I understand now. That man is not what they see in me. 

When they look at me, they see a boy with big dreams.

They see a pathetic boy.

They see a boy that is supported by his family.

They see a boy that calls all men mister.

They see a boy that tries to stand tall and tries to dress like that man.

  They don't see that man in me. They see me look up to that man and wishing to be him.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was inspire by Raisin in The Sun.

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