A Mothers Love, a Fathers Method

The influences that surround you at a young age..tend to have a long term impact on who you butterfly into after your caterpillar stage,

My blessing was a woman who pushed out her bundle of joy..and as I caused her pain..she rewarded me with life,

My mother, my superwoman, my superhero,

My Wonder Woman,

No my Storm,

Cuz if anyone caused pain to her little boy, 

She would change the colors of the sky,

Soon you would hear the thunder cry,

My mother always made me feel protected,

And so did her three sisters, 

Together they made up the fantastic 4,

There was no Dr that could cause me doom,

So when the doctors in the hospital room, told them an illness was going to have me there more often than the employees..they began to pray away,

Day by day..my illness soon left me,

And any concern of me not seeing my terrible two’s,

Departed with the bad news, that her second son’s days seeing the sun..could be limited,

As years passed by..the Miami warmth kissed my brown skin as I grew from an infant to a toddler,

Learning how to take my first steps in my grandmothers home North of Miami Gardens,

Watching endless love for me bloom..by every person that surrounded me,

My mothers side of the family, 

From the moment I could crawl,

From the moment I could walk, 

Made me feel like I mattered..

Then like eraser to pencil my father and my sudden move to New York..made everything I learned from love..disappear momentarily,

The cold winters that embraced me..froze my joy,

My fathers side of the family wasn’t affectionate,

They saw a boy who was softened by a heavy dose of love,

They aimed to teach me..survival,

They aimed to teach me..how cruel words can give you an armor against the haters of the world,

Dad introduced me to a military household that didn’t reward accomplishments, he expected them,

Dad introduced me to the concept of working hard..without any care of being noticed,

New York taught me that people sometimes have hidden agendas and someone who’s being too kind should cause a little suspicion,

There’s no Southern hospitality in the concrete jungle,

I was taught to always keep the alphabet in mind and stay on my P’s and Q’s,

You see,

New York and dad..brought out the survivor in me,

Miami and mom..showed me the importance of love,

My childhood was a constant tug of war on who I leaned on more for lessons,

Now in present day..I’ve come to the conclusion that they both..have prepared me for the real world.