A little black boy so innocent and imaginative
Caught in the Web of Tragic
Mama and pop are entangled in a struggle
“Call the Police”, yells mama
“Don’t do it”, screams Pop, the Rolling Stone Scorpio
Whom Stung his son for the first time
Heart and mind now flooded with so much Venom
Dripping with paralysis, Body Stands Steel
A Hard Life, indeed
As thoughts at the speed of light raced through
Fast enough to be caught, and slow enough to not keep
Eyes wide at the sight of a ripped dress
On the woman in distress, hands possessed, making an arrest
Is my Papa, the Hero, and Mama… the Criminal?
Heart so Broke, I mean, it doesn’t make Sense
Doesn’t even Smell close to a Fairytale
Is this like the Fairytales that you never read to me, pop?
You know, to help your son exercise his imagination
To tell him that he can do anything as long as he believes
…..This is how the story goes, huh, pop?
The father betrays the son
Acting all Machine-like, T-900 type
But doesn’t have it in him to say “I’ll be back”
I wonder now, more than ever, how you really felt about our separation
How did you feel about my absence?
Were you numb?
Did it feel like the World was on your Shoulders?
Did it feel like I was on your Shoulders?
Maybe it did, and you just Shrugged it off
But did the reality Cave you in, burying you in a Casket of thoughts?
Why is it that I’m 28yrs old, and I can’t remember you ever calling just to say:
“It’s ok, son. I’m going to fix this. It’s not your problem, it’s mine”
“Just keep in mind that everything you will ever need is within you”
“I can’t help you to use your superpowers now, but know that they are there”
“Just believe in yourself the way that I believe in you”
Is that too much?
We didn’t have to talk for a full minute
I just needed some basic instructions
Just wanted to know how long I’d have to wait for you before I should move on
I’ve been here for 20+ years, in the dark
At the same place you left me….in that house
With the decision to either call the police
Or allow you to hurt my mother
Did you ever think about what it felt like to be me looking at you beat her?
Did you ever think to ask how I ever viewed you?
Rolling Stone Scorpio
I’ve read that you’re the Most Self Destructive of all Zodiacs
Suicidal, Stabbing yourself with your own Stinger
Getting Drunk off of your own Venom
Until you’re Numb
And now, after 20+ years
I still feel your Numbness in my Veins
…..Like father like son, they say
And here I am…
…..Looking at my son like he’s an abomination
The same look that you gave me when I was his age
He’s there, and I’m here
When WE should be there, and WE should be here
And it’s harder when the illusion of separation is closer to me than unity
I mean, you….
Without the N-I-T….Why….Just Tired of Sick
And Sick of Feeling Nothing
Steady Coffin… Empty words that
Sought to hug me through the phone when we spoke
That’s the lesson I’ve been teaching my son…the least
I used to Wish-Fully, and feel-Lesser
Isn’t my ignorance incredible?
Knowledge is Edible, and seemingly, I’ve been Fasting for years
Repressing how I’ve always felt about you
Why didn’t I ever call?
I mean, after feeling your abysmal absence for so long
…..I was too deep in doubt
I know I could’ve called whenever
And I know that I could’ve told you that I cried when I felt like
You were Broken and Replaceable
Feeling so ashamed of you that I became ashamed of myself
Treating my son in a way that I wouldn’t wish on another
Blinded by Illusions in the form of Stunna Shades
To keep me looking too Cool for hypocrisy
You never taught me how to emotionally connect with a responsible man
So I just accepted this disease of irresponsibility that you gave me
And I almost gave my son the same thing
(sighs) I was just writing you to let you know that I’ve been working on a cure
Been feeling like a Mutant ever since I was a child
And now, I’m finally controlling my superpowers, pop
I’m beginning to remember who I am
….And I just thought that I’d let you know
That you are free to be proud of me
But…be proud only when you’ve seen it for yourself
I wrote this in the body of a man, but with the heart of the child that will forever live in it.