There’s a darkness in his eyes
Not the kind that can be seen from far away, but the kind
that flickers
Only to be mistaken for a signal
A “come hither” to the women he encounters
A baby BOY
Bibbed by his mother
Expecting too much from another
And never fully meeting the mediocre standards of manhood
This boy has no HOOD
His stature is strong, shoulders bold and jaw cut from onyx
However
The last thing he can do is be
Honest
And
Pure
And
Holy
And
Loved
He will never see the innocence that she threads into his
soul
Never knowing where her love will go
He’ll use her like a cloth to cover his mistakes
He’ll cut her with his anger and demand that she stay
He is no stranger to her
He is a familiar touch
He is the silence when she demands noise
He is her
If she were
A BOY
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