Hey, what’s up peeps? Peace and blessings to you. You’ve been with me a minute. So, let me take ya on inside a little deeper. I’ve got a special treat for you this issue: two extensions of me. My son, who I call my seed; and my daughter, who’s my doll baby doll baby doll.
Words cannot explain the depth of love I possess for them.
As years pass, I think, “Lord, how unworthy am I of their love?” Of His, also. Like Him, they obviously possess that agape love for me. Oh if you only knew the pain I feel, sometimes day-to-day, as I recall some of the things they endured from me with their mother. Wishing I could take it back.
How, tell me, do we make up for the error in our ways? The mistakes, the hurt and the pain we cause others. What, pray tell, does one do? Man, I love and miss them so. They are both in different states now, both being adults. “Papa” am I, too, to three of the most beautiful and adorable grandkids one could imagine.
Another extension of me is their mother, my pretty ga-yal. There’s none other like her on the face of this world. Separated are we, right now. Yet, ya know she still loves me and thinks of me every day. She’ll never admit it though, so don’t tell her I shared that with you.
Watch out, parents. Daughters tend to pick a man similar to their dads and sons pick parallel to their moms. Perfect example, my son-in-law is almost as smooth as I. He has hidden potential I have peeped, though he seems oblivious to the eye I have had on him. What’s up wit ‘em, y’all?
Often I wonder if our children even realize the love and the pain we possess as a result of the errors in our ways. Ride it out offspring, mine and of parents all over. My apoloiges for them and for me. You must love and forgive us, not for us, but for you. Whether we express it or not, we love you so, so , so very much.
I pray mine remain unified as one and have each other’s back as their mother gets older and I get younger. It’s so imperative that siblings have one another’s back no matter the journey, There are too many ups, downs and hardships on the unbalanced scales of life. You have to allow those struggles to be stepping stones in life’s preparation for the journey onwoard into your destiny.
If it were not for my children, you would never have experienced my writing. Except for the grace of God, longing for the sight of them and the sound of their voice was the only thing pushing me forward. Their love and forgiveness was the wind beneath my wings to stay aflight.
My seed is 6’ 4” of madness with maturity and creativity — like his dad. Like pops, he doesn’t use his head sometimes. I keep telling ‘im, the best decision can’t be made without information. W act like we don’t have a damn bit of information. Still, we rise. Like the saying goes, the apple don’t fall far from the tree. This boy can write!
For your reading enjoyment, allow my seed to release some of the literary dopamine from the pleasure center of your brain.
Poem’s by Robert’s son, Jared Williams
Rise
They say the best way to hide info from us is to put it in a book,
So as I write this, I hope my statement isn’t overlooked.
We are a powerful people, feared among nations,
They are scared, so they kill us in retaliation.
Laws set up just to restrict our freedom,
But if we come together it’s no doubt we can beat ‘em.
We are strong kings, remember—
Black men, we are powerful beyond means.
The Battle
Sometimes I battle demons, and one is inside of me,
Only thing is, if it’s free it’ll be a monstrosity.
My emotions waiver from left to right,
They’re all over the place, especially at night.
I’ll call the demon inside me Dan and leave it at that.
He puts my worst fears in order and yells,
“There’s no turning back!”
I’m dying inside and screaming for help,
Yet nothing comes out my mouth,
No murmur, no whisper, not even a yelp.
I can see where this is going and I don’t like the look,
I pray to God at night that my life doesn’t get took.
He’s manipulating, egotistical, a liar, and deceptive,
But that’s not me, it’s Dan.
The thing I fear most from him,
Is that I won’t become a man.
Poems by Robert (previously published)
