I make Poem

I make my proud when she sees me smile.
I make my mom-mom worry when there's no reason to worry.
I make muscle when I go to the YMCA so that one day I'll make the front page of Sports Illustrator magazine.
I make my cousins feel loved and not give a damn about peer presure.
I make people mad when I don't give a damn about their feelings toward me.
I make pancakes for my breakfast only on Tuesday.
I make my father jealous of the life I live because he regrets his.
I make him feel like a loser.
I'm not a poet but America allows me to express myself