Birth
Setting sail
from my mother's womb
I depended
I depended and I needed
I was innocence embodied
I was weakness in flesh
I was simultaneously joy and burden
Growth
I
rode the wind hard
climbed the tree in my front yard
as high as the branches grew
thick enough to stand on
I
rode my bike barefoot,
I
drank from the hose
I
flew corner store kites, and
I played with G.I. Joes
MOLDED
Flesh. Is. God's. Clay.
And HE seemed determined to make something out of me.
Resistance
I rode my skooter to the
toy store and lifted
a couple of Ninja Turtles
for my collection
then I
skooted through our ghetto park
and sat on the ice-plant bank
with the new girl in the neighborhood
who replaced Corey & Nathan
She
showed me what a girl looks like beneath her dress
and my
7 year-old body didn't know how to interpret it
I think that I kissed her
'Cause that's what movie stars did
but a child that age just hasn't learned how to work it
As an
adult I wonder
what was hap'ning in her home
to teach her that that's the way a
young girl should behave?
I
wish I could talk with her about
what went down but I
can't even remember her name
Change
We moved to the south side where the
only other white kids were
overbearing and over-weird
Holiday haters, and wrestling fanatics with
'Nam vet uncles and trailer trash step mothers
So I
made friends with brown Kenny & black Jamal
who called me white boy
and made me aware that we were different
We rode bikes, threw rocks at cars
killed yellow jackets with wet rags
played horse and
listened to Chris Cross and A Lighter Shade of Brown
We watched the older boys play hoop
and Pretty Tony the autistic giant
got mad for some reason I can't recall
and if he had
remembered to check if the
pair of nines he came back with were loaded
we'd have been witnesses to murder that afternoon
Puberty
I
developed a belly and I
developed a lip
to cut back at my class mates 'cause
J.R. high kids can be brutal
so I
called Alberto's mom a whore
when he called me fat boy but then he
put his money where his mouth was and almost
shattered my nose
I called
Jason a nigger when he
punched me in the arm in
MS. McGill's eighth grade science class
but the shame for my ignorance
stung more intensely then when he
and Ryan chased me after school and beat my ass
MOLDED
Flesh. Is. God's. Clay.
And HE seemed determined to make something out of me.
Resistance
I stood outside of my
first high school with
Kid Johnny, Tessa, and Miss K.B.
When K.B. asked me if I
smoked and I lied, then I choked
on about 6 puffs of her Virginia Slim cigarette
So I
started to smoke every
chance that I got and I
still don't know what it is about killing yourself that's so cool
then we'd
hot-box, John's mom's
Oldsmobile nightly and I was
starting to feel, like I had
stopped feeling anything
except cool
and that was enough for me because
friendship was more addicting than
weed and nicotine
Change
I started to notice where
John's life was headed
heavier drugs and
skin head mentality
and it
scared me to think that we were
on the same path so I
quit everything cold turkey and started
listening in church
I changed my language and I
changed my walk but I was
unaware that it was
too easy
So although the next
3 or 4 years went fairly smoothly
my world collapsed in my mid 20's
when life hit me
Circles
I
remember sitting in my car with
Old Man Bones who told me he'd
given up on God because God had
given up on him
so I told him that it's
God's time we're on and that he
needed to study and be patient and his
prayers would be answered then
A year later I was
sitting in my car cursing
God for everything that had happened
I said I'm
giving up on you because you've
given up on me and the
scariest part is that
at the time I really meant it
Decay
When my
mom called to say that she was
leaving my dad it took
everything I am
not to drown myself in booze
which is crazy 'cause I can't recall them
ever being happy but I
thought like sea captains they'd
be buried in their sinking ship
Love
Then I met a woman who was
so full of life that it was
hard not to live a fuller life
just for knowing her
she was a
free thinking catholic and I an
agnostic mormon with
intentions to keep practicing and
someday believe again and
neither of us would be changing anytime soon
but I couldn't help falling in love with her
because
everything she did and said
made me happy but
ev'ry thing I did and said made her mad
we would
fight and then make and then
fight and then make up
but no breakup because
we were never officially anything and
fin'ly she fell for a
man with vocal chords that
god must have touched with his bare hands
now they
fight and then make and then
fight and then make up
but she's
happy loving him and I've moved on to
my mother land
Circles
I came
home to an empty house my
fam'ly divided and my
home felt dif'rent though my
mother tried to make it
homey for holidays for
my sister and for me and
I owe so much to that woman
Weight
still life kept stacking up
and getting harder to carry and
I felt like my support system was almost
non existent
but my
friends were trying to
carry me they were
Christ's hands and I was
brother Lazarus raised up
Reckoning
One night I told my mom about my anger
I said I've
given up on God 'cause God has
given up on me
and she said you
can't blame god for every
thing that happens in your
life that you don't like
and there's a lot of good too
but I had
heard that before and it
didn't change how I
felt that God didn't really
care about me
Change
I
don't remember what she
said that changed me but I
opened back up to
positive feeling as though
Legion was in me and now
a group of pigs were over
drowning themselves in the bay across the way
Supplication
I
went to my room and I got
down on my knees and then I
prayed for what seemed like hours and hours
Gratitude
I
thanked god for every thing that I
had and it might stun you to
hear the things that I was
grateful for
I said I’m
Grateful for people who have
wronged me and hurt me and I’m
grateful that I saw a
loved one in jail
I’m
grateful for every piece of
My heart I’ve left with someone
Who hasn’t been able to
Give me their own
I’m
grateful for poverty, for struggling, for loneliness
I’m
grateful for weight problems and bad karma
I’m
grateful for failed missions and nights in anguish
I’m grateful for everything that’s made me who I am
and the things I felt I can't
say to you here because
some things are just
too sacred but
Let's just say that though I'm
still a sinner I have
better awareness of the hand guiding my way
MOLDED
Flesh. Is. God's. Clay.
And HE still seems determined to make something out of me.