You grip my finger in your tiny hand
and you look at me as if I have all the answers...
To my sister,
You have fallen...
I wish I wasn’t disconnected
So much compartmentalization...
My father once told me“ men don’t cry!”
He looked me dead in the eyes and said,” as a...
A man, a force to be reckoned with,
A being of strength and will...
A man is like a tree, tall and strong,
With branches reaching up to the sky...
There once was a man, strong and tall
With a heart that would never fall...
Each time we meet and greet
I see a person with full of hope...
Shall I hail the rising ray
Or overflow my cup with tears of joy...
There was this old maiden.
Tia Sabel was her name...
Dress me up in fire roses,
Shower me in blue perfume...
Cutting contact, moving on,
Still questioning if I was in the wrong...