mamas boy

mama

i wish that i could wear your pain

as well as you wear your pride

i see you

uncomfortably standing in place of someone who refused to stand for themselves

you are a soldier 

teaching your son

how to become what you think a man should be

hoping that the only thing he takes from his father

is his looks

and maybe his sense of humor

but never grasping hold to his lack of responsibility 

i see you

having to be a queen

showing your prince how to be 

king

i see you

silently fighting through conversation about girls, and football, and fake friends and peer pressure 

and

and

and awkwardly hoping that you never have to explain why his dick gets hard for no reason

i see you

sitting in barbershops 

listening to conversations that slaughter the serenity of your ears

i see you 

standing on sidelines 

wondering whos baby that coach is yelling at 

i see you

wishing you could just one time say 

"i am going to let your father deal with this"

and know that it carries the same weight as atlas

i see you

knowing that we learn by example

but his 

greatest example has chosen to walk away

so your prince

cant wait for the day that he can walk as a king

even though he doesnt know being a king means

patterned his life after the strongest person he knows

and she

can only hope that she taught him right

some

things just are not right

so mom 

i see you

and wish that i could wear your pain

the same way i see you wearing your pride

teaching him that respect comes first 

and love isnt always tied to his DNA

i see you

and know that your son 

sees you too

(paulwroteit/copyright 2014)