im sorry that your never at ease
sleepless nights, turning and tossing
always on my terms you can never grow
the potential you have is crazy
but i will always hold you back,
afraid of what you can accomplish
i won't allow you to prosper...
hungy--
you're one of those slick talkers, even if you can't talk
your hunger and passion is illuminating
you see even farther that i do
your light is mine, and that time you cried
and i held you, because noone esle could--
the other donor left before you can say your first
sentence: 'i'm hungry, mom.'
so i was left holding you...
son, i believe you cry because i can't provide
single mother living in extremely well conditions
with the most amazing 3 year old-- you
my son, Adonis
you glow in every aspect, you're only 3 but you see real
your light is mine, and with every blow i give you
not wanting you to prosper, you work around that
and live up to your name.
we think of people to give the weight of the world to
i chose you... you aren't my burden but i will make you it
too weak to anty up and take initiative, you'll become
my tainted harbor. apologies won't even cover that hole
in your heart, knowledge beyond my years-- you're are only
3 and you look at me with eyes filled with broken promises
empty dreams and aspirations, shit i said that were only
true half the time.
so i guess my sorry wasn't good enough...
that last poem i made you and asked you to comment on
didn't meet your priorities..
Monday, March 23, 2009
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