I consider myself to be an earthy person
Tree hugging Gaea worshiping son of the sun
My roots go deep and spread wide like hip hop culture
I bear no fruits
I carry no flowers
My story is written on the stripes of my bark
My essence brewed into bitters, putting hairs on the chest of men while coercing them to feed on my purpose
Live to serve
I die to serve no one

My father is an *******
Like ******* come his father was an ******* too.  
I am not my father’s son!

My father stands for everything wrong with patriarchy. Everything he stood for he learned from his father.
I am not my father’s son!

My father wishes his son will forgive him. My father’s father wished his son will understand his path was different.
I am not my father’s son!

I may have come from his ***** but my ***** are bigger than his.
I may have called him Papa  growing up, but he certainly was never my father.
I may have watched him hurt woman after woman,
Watched mother’s tears flood the living room floor, left in disarray child after child after child after child...
I may have been hurt one too many times to ever remember that I am my father’s son.

Today, I am my father’s sun!
I will shine a light on this darkness that bore me
Driving away the night of hatred he leaves behind
Bringing a dawn of forgiveness, awakening hearts left in the cold.

I do consider myself an earthy person
Roots deep and wide

A fruit once
Of a tree with rotten branches.