Everything was new,
From the smell in the air, and the tall buildings,
I felt overwhelmed and you didn’t help.
You were supposed to be my rock
Instead you were a dictator.
“Listen to what I’m tellin’ you boy, “you would reiterate.
“I’m tellin’ you this for your own good!”
But you failed to understand that underneath this tough exterior
Was a scared, shy, twelve-year old, who just wanted his mommy.
You never took the time to understand me.
A guide, that source of light,
I needed direction from birth.
Instead, I settled for holidays and phone calls
And my grandmother, aunts, and uncles
Making up for the time I should have been spending with you.
Now, I’m here.
Different street names, new faces and school, how do get home?
The thought of home… where she knows my favorite foods;
where she took care of me when I broke my wrist,
I was ten.
She watched me ride my bike
And took off my training wheels when I
Graduated and became a “big boy.”
What do you remember?