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Looking For a Hero

My parents were too busy drinking to help me to grow I was moved around In foster care without anyone by the side of me As a little boy I prayed my dad would finally start to inspire me But I knew it wouldn't happen so I spent my time looking for a hero The only way to heal a scar is to understand where you bleed from So I was looking for a male role model, because I think every little boy needs one It started off with The Undertaker, Kane and Stone Cold, I was sure I'd grow up to fight them At age 7 I was obsessed with wrestling and wanted to be just like them At 8 I heard Eminem for the first time and became instantly obsessed He gave me a voice when I wasn't able to express My walls covered in posters of him, you'd think I was Stan Social workers said he was a bad role model, to me he was the greatest man At 9 I started to listen to Ice Cube and instantly fell in love It made me study Compton, and learn all about crips and bloods I wasn't a wannabe gangsta just wanted to learn about what I was hearing Hip-Hop became my family and lyrics became my parents At 10 I brought my first Nas and Tupac albums and they never stopped playing I loved their knowledge and the messages they were portraying I was too young to understand it all, but some of it I got Looked at as weird because I was a white kid obsessed with Hip-Hop At 11 I was obsessed with 50 Cent and wanted to be a member in G-Unit I thought they'd accept me and my struggle when I told them I'd been through it Isn't it funny how a complete stranger can have such an impact on you? Some will understand this poem, while others will find it laughable When Cristiano Ronaldo signed for Man Utd he was all I would talk about I'd wear the same boots as him when I was playing football Have the same haircut and wear similar outfits when I went out All of these people made me feel a bit better when my parents didn't call People may not understand this poem and may consider it weird And ask "How can you care so much about someone who isn't there?" They don't know me, But I want to thank all of them for their help I spent my childhood looking for a hero, but it turns out I was looking for myself

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