Just ride
Ah! Little guy
We hustle you and me, me and you
Up and down we go
Through emotions and hormone tempests we go
Now you want dread locks
Now caramel hair
Now you want earrings
Now diamond teeth
What?! A necklace?
Want to shop with mom in the jewelry section?
Find identity within I say, find identity in Christ I say
How you present yourself is key I say
You say I don’t understand and maybe, maybe
You grow here, I grew there
America, Africa – different countries
You grow now, I grew then
America, Africa – different cultures
Young black man you fit the profile
No one will know you are mom’s little guy when you are out on the streets and there is trouble everywhere
No one will know you are mom’s little guy when you walk into a store dressed in a hoody and goofing around with friends
You are not little anymore, but you will always be mom’s little guy
Yes, you tower over me
Yes, you are stronger than I am
Catching up to dad real soon and that’s real cool
Little guy
Listen. Stop. Think.
You probably can’t hear over the emotions and loud music
Emotions will fade, there better be more when all is spent
Ah! Now you cool off
Now you trim the hair
Now you pull up the pants
Now we spend more time together
Now we exchange ideas and plans and thoughts
A steady young man emerges
What’s around the corner?
What does a parent do on these youthful roller coaster rides?
Hold onto your hat and ride, just ride
Let God deal with you both on this journey
@Mrs. O
8/12/2020
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