Fake Intellectual

You don’t know a damn thing about being a father until life drags you through it and don’t know a damn thing about being a man until life punches you in your chest and waits to see what you do about it. Swears he's solid in some type of way… until his character gets tested. Then you see the man you thought you were, then life tests you again just to see if you can actually stay that man and once you emerge through from all the nonsense, that’s when you finally find out why you are who you are.

Everything around you is a social construct. Something we call law, culture and beauty when it’s just an opinion with a gavel, repetition or marketing. We walk inside an invisible but mental prison we helped build.