you’re always in front of me
every time we go out
you walk ahead
strutting along, a know-it-all
playing the guide, a role
as a warrior father
mean protector
for a shady, puny figure
but honestly,
you’re just in my way
blocking my sight
overshadowing
what am I, a child?
am as good as you
a little darker, perhaps
and shorter sometimes
yet weaker—never!
a puppeteer you are
waving arms amok
yet I do follow
like a puppy its master
trudging along
wagging after
behind you always
helplessly
like a slave
a snake
dancing to your tune
your bidding
biding my time...
—
echoes a whisper in my ear
grazes my cheek
rise with me
it says lifting my limbs
my spirits
above humans, petty peeves
and I rose
for the first time
over your head, ahead of you
midday is my dawn
shadow my name
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