His Father

titled for lack of a better one

His father

you can’t deny

My eyes he has

And when he sleeps I never speak

The words I try to lie to my, self

Knowing he looks like you

Photos of your innocence

Chubby cheeks and sharper edged nostrils than mine

I see you but looking at photos of you I don’t see

His father

I cry feeling detached from who you are

And what you mean to my son when you are so close yet so far

Still wondering as I sing him lullabies and whisper love with the greatness and abundance of the stars

I wonder, I wonder, will he ever meet,

His father

And not this person that you have become

My little boy is growing while you still feel like one

My address hasn’t changed and neither have you

As the sky turns from baby blue to navy

I’ve been wondering lately

When will he taste bitterness at the sight of other families

If he will ever think I’m lacking if you are not next to us

Whom he’ll he would feel contempt towards, I would hate you more if he blamed me

Or could I trust myself enough when I trusted you, you were supposed to be

His father

My lover, my partner, our provider

With all my effort f**k the fact that his DNA is divided

Cause there is nothing between us and when I speak of me I include him

Never your son, never your kin

Be grateful, be privileged if ever wants to call you

His father