in your midst
I am not bothered by the deluge of curses you spew.
I’m watching, listening, open to you.
First day of school.
No talk of
“I fucked that bitch in homie’s bathroom.
Everyone was there. I ain’t care.
She a hoe now.
I turn away
I try to guess your age.
A group of girls this time…
“I know I’ma fuck that bitch up!
Ain’t nothing change but the school year.
I don’t fucking care!!”
First day of school
You are both
in your midst
and I wish.
I wish that my love was strong enough to
gift you several clues.
I love you…
little boy lost
little girl angry.
I love you
in all of your possibility.
Your decisions to wallow in shit
I know that children learn what they live
that knowledge makes me hurt even more for you.
misguided by what you hear in music and on the news.
You equate manhood with
I wish I could introduce you to real men.
I wish you could sit
in their midst
feast on knowledge
and their gentleness.
It would illustrate for you
how one dimensional
how flat and full of lack
your definition of manhood is.
Little girl …
misguided by multiple outlets undervaluing your worth.
I wish I could teach you how much power you hold.
I wish I could show you so that you would know
how much more strength it takes
to walk away
the value in knowing you will live another day.
I wish someone taught you that.
I wish you could hear me
because it’s true.
I love you.