i didn't wanna write this
holding a rope on the throat of my emotions till it tightens
like this, close your eyes & imagine, vice grips
either way, i'd have never turned on this light switch
revealing grief & hate, exposing my iris
yet here i am today, staring at my face, sharing your likeness
since you left, my life has been silent
except when i'm writing from a soul that's been hiding, & crying
like sirens, imploding inside, with a, plethora of enlightenment
foreign to how i've been stereotyped &
what i've noticed, about my masculine moments
i'm never excited, or asking, i'm telling through poems
that collapses your shoulders
relaxing you like passion do, when it's all over
fully aware when you're there
your spirit makes an appearance
like when i'm in the mirror
about to break it, cause i can't take; missing my parent
it's been 25 years, since you been here, still your voice i still hear it
crystal clear; i miss you i swear
i kiss your picture so much that i smear it
the last time i touched your hand it was cold
grandma said God had your soul
the nerve of Him, i'm only 6, i barely even heard of Him
begging Him to give you back for as long as i've known
nah mom, i'm still not okay, i'm alone
missing you everyday until i get Home...
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