The journey to becoming a man is often left unsaid.
From the tribes of Africa, to the plains of America,
Each footstep gets closer and closer ahead.
I often think back to my father, so young, so strong, and so scared.

Already having another daughter, and now having another pair.
I ask the question, how could he bare?
The fact of starting another life, marrying another wife,
And attempting the job to prepare, to be super dad, father of the year.

But, he’s the best man in my life, my role model, second to Christ.
Not perfect, but he’s mine.
My dad, so many things come to my head.

I hope to be half the man you are as I grow older.
For I know you’ll always be with me,
Keeping an arm over my shoulder.

Because looking in the mirror,
I can’t help but to see you.
Please bless me with the knowledge and the wisdom
To be you.
Thank you, and continue to be my dad.

I Love you.

Welcome, to the intro of forever.
Where you’re fantasies may roam and hover.
All those insecurities and doubts may cease.
Come forth with me; tell me everything you ever dreamed.
For this time being I am no longer me, I am anything you wanted to see.

Undress and change into the bared skin that God gave you for me to see.
Lie down, turn over and repeat.
Over and over again, we hear the melody and the beat.
Sweat dripping off the warm shoulders of you and me.

As we lock eyes, you see no doubt.
Everything becomes so wrong, but as the same time so right.
You're lips gripping never are letting go as you begin to shout.
Legs shaking, knees trembling.

And as you wake from you’re slumber you have this grimace on your face that will show from miles away.
For “the fantasies got the best of me” you say.
Remember, every night and every day you wish to dream of me.
Because I am anything and everything you ever wanted to see.

Sweet Dreams.

i won't forget when i kissed your cheek and you smiled
sometimes, you get weird and i ignore it
other times, you get weird and i cry about it
rare times, you get weird and i yell about it
but you do the same
you hug me like you could never let go
you give good hugs; the kind that breathe comfort and affection
maybe we're not supposed to be something, but
we laugh and scream and cry and talk about it
because that's just who we are

think of us when you're getting that paycheck at 30,
think of our ****** up relationships and avoid them,
make assumptions about us when you don't know our last name

being about that life doesn't mean we're as bad as you would think
think of us when you see some of the crew in the news and others in magazines
think of us when you say "**** it"
think of us when you're desperate, walking home with your heels in your hands

being lit up everyday won't make us sad unless we want it that way
think of us when you **** someone over
think of those kids you knew in high school
but never hung out with
think of those kids with the drama and the drugs and the lies and the cool clothes that we wore everyday
think of those kids that changed over the summer
we are the underagers, we are the kids you secretly wanted to be
your secret is safe with me