Read your tea leaves, sir?
The old woman took my empty cup.
You are going to undergo a great journey.
To met a blonde haired girl who you will fall for,
you will have two children, but the love will be a lie.
You will then meet a stubborn redheaded girl
who will love you unconditionally.
I thanked her laughing no way, not me.
The next year I moved to the USA
for the blonde haired girl we had two beautiful children,
Then I met the stubborn redheaded girl and we married.
Life does comes at you fast.
I never knew what fear was.
My father taught me you have
nothing to fear except fear itself.
I grew up confronting it, I feared no man
and no situation would bow me.
I was fearless.
Then I became father
and I learned what fear was.
Fear of failure, fear of not being able to provide,
fear of being unable to protect my child.
It humbled me; I became a better man for it.
I teach my children about courage,
I say it is okay to have fear,
because we have courage to overcome it.
It is a greater notion.
My life changed forever 25 years ago,
three flash bang moments I lost everything that I knew.
I ran and hid under the porch.
Saved by Baltimore’s finest,
a horrendous crime the papers called it.
Home Invasion Slays Three with a fancy graphic on the Evening News.
Such a long time ago, everyone forgot but me.
Now they released him from prison,
I spent the day watching him,
he shuffled through neighborhoods that long forgotten him.
Now an old man, bent, no future.
Me, I’m still young, a family of my own.
Living life was my sweet revenge on him.
An old man said to me.
I’ve learned how to fly.
I congratulated him and asking what he flew.
He said you don’t understand I’ve learned how to fly.
All I do is step off the ground and away I go.
Scoffing I said how impossible that was,
we have small planes, large passenger aircraft
and nimble fighter jets that carry us to the sky.
He looked sad shook his head,
stepped off the ground and flew away.
Never again did I see him, and how jealous I became.
For he learned how to really fly, and he was free.
We dance around, trading steps,
canvas bounces under our feet.
Jab, one, two, three.
Guard up, head down,
the burn of the rope against my back.
Punches blur lost in a haze of noise.
The man in black screams at me,
asks if I can still fight.
I nod my head blood on my brow,
he comes in again we trade our blows,
Sweat… Confusion… Pain… Eyes wild,
we beg inside for the bell.
He lunges a punch goes wide,
I end it with a hook to the jaw
down and counted out.
Arm raised I am a God tonight