a lyric essay on family and fatherhood; names have been changed out of respect for those involved. In mid-June of 2017, my brother becomes a father, and not in the usual biological fashion most men do, but rather in a philosophical way. The air is light, the Sun is high, it is 11am. My brother,... Continue Reading →
Distance Is not a factor. Closeness Has no correlation to initmacy. Kilometres from kin-- Irrelevant. You are simply Filled with excuses Not to see me.
Flowers given to strangers, Chocolates for acquaintances, Love letters written to old friends Though never sent; I hear to my father sing "It takes strength to be gentle and kind."
My father knew me until I was 16 years old And I sometimes wonder if he would love me now: No longer awkward and self-conscious, But pensive still. With my birthday one day and Father's Day the next I grow older and we grow farther apart.
“He’s gone, it’s time to lose the weight and move on.” “Don’t marry anyone too dark.” “Why is your hair like this?” “Oh my god, I’m in shock.” “You look so good.” “Is this hair yours? Is it relaxed?” “Men like curly hair, but nothing too kinky.” "Marry a white man." Here are just a... Continue Reading →
A Letter to my Daughter … I figured I’d write this letter for you having not yet met you, because I imagine that when I do I won’t remember all things I need to say. There are a few things I wish my father had told me before he died, and many things I know... Continue Reading →
I'm working on a letter series where in which I'll write to people of the past, present and future. The first one will be up on Monday at noon EST. Happy Friday. x