And if the aim

Is to be better

Than our

Fathers,

You’ve already

Done that….

Purple Heart

I reward,

White flag

The war

You already

Won that,

1^st college

Grad = milestone,

Drum roll, please,

Had to be hard

As a rock, ya pop

Was a rolling stone.

Pre-school was the

Last time he paid dudes,

But your life a movie,

Too bad he only

Caught the previews.

Moms put you on,

like speedstick

you put under

your arm,

so 24/7,

you never had

to sweat it

You been A Hooper since

Knee height

Finger roll like
Magic,

Hook like Worthy,

You #24 on the court

You use to Celtic.

And you asking,

Should you invite

Him,

Or should you not,

This ain’t on that,

He love me,

He love me not,

But amnesia

Of the mind

Don’t cleanse

a soul when your heart

Never forgot.

And you a walk away

From earning

Ya bachelors,

But before he walked

Away you were his

Greatest batch

Of wonders.

The Apple fell far

From the tree,

But you still the

Spitting image,
King Cobra venom

In your veins,

Every time you spit

Sin of his living.

But since

Yours nose

Look like his,

And you ears

Point out like his,

And everytime

Your mother look

At you she must

Look into eyes

Like his,

So when tears

Trespass on those lids,

He made the bed,

Now he got to sleep in it,

BUT He got a guest pass

He could sleep

Where I live.

Cause you...

Was 1 of the toughest

To face on his

Long list,

But you 1

Of the hardest 2

Replace

On my short list.

The family tree

Isn’t perfect,

But you been writing

Books from scratch,

Became a lighthouse

From a match.

Became a man when you had

No male role models to attach

Weather or not

His absence might

Have hit the hardest,

Or he was

A hindrance,

But you still

Kissed the sky

Like you was

Jimmie Hendrix.

He might be dead

In the mental sense,

And you might

Have given him

1 after another

After another

After another

Chance,

You’ve been a Mother’s

Day Gift

Every Day

Since your

Birthdate passed.

Ain’t no

Reimbursement

For all the

Grief he caused,

But I put a

Fist for the cause,

My money,

To go against

All odds,

Pedal to the metal,

Live above the laws,

And my faith

That you

Will be the

Kind of father,

Your children

Give Thank 4 everytime

They pray to GOD

The aim is to better

Than our fathers,

And you’ve already done that,

Hope to see him

At your graduation,

Tell him your son

Became my brother,

Which makes you my stepfather,

But I’ll call you dad.


-j