Monday, April 27, 2015

“The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable. They are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.” -Ernest Hemingway

Papa is warning me
against my sensitivity.
Papa, I, also, love your kitties.
You don’t know that I do know
my muscles that you don’t want to know.

Papa’s pejorative push
makes me a survivor
amongst those grateful for my honesty. 
and now unfolds a true irony
haters stepping up their game to catch me

It used to be loyalty
included truth and sharing
even if misery’s prevailing
how come I feel Papa’s negativity 
but he doesn’t my positivity?

Papa, must value be defined
by money but not the times we shine?
It is you needing the learning.
You're educated but don't know it all.
Papa, listen, you don't know it all.

Papa, I stand up to you
The obstacles aren’t that hard
Those words paint you not believing in me
I’m telling you oh King Hemingway
powerfully clearly, hear me my way!