growing up
Spring suddenly came,
I learned how to talk, I learned my own name.
I made some good friends, lost a few too.
I had not done much, I had so much to do.
It’s right there but I can’t grab it,
it was so beautiful when I had it,
I’ve hung my head down because
like the clouds in the sky when I tried to gather it up to something
it dissipated into nothing
Mommy,
Can I be an astronaut?
Yes RP. Why not?
All you have to do is give it all you got.
When I was little, people used to tell me that I had big hands, you should play basketball.
They would tell me so often in fact
That one day, I started to believe them
Until I asked my construction worker mom:
“Mommy, mommy, mommy could I be a basketball player?”
To which she said “No way!”
Growing up I was taught to be tough, that boys don’t cry
Showing emotions meant that you was weak.
So I went through life with my feelings absent,
only absorbing pain on this rough journey.