Who’s teaching whom?

I was never very confident growing up
The talents I possessed would often go unnoticed by others,
me giving only what I felt was enough for me to be fulfilled.
As my son grows
I notice the confidence and strengths I’ve lacked have all been instilled in him.
His talents are vast,
fear is little to none when expressing himself.
No ill words can keep him from living his way.
When did I become the student in our union?
There’s a real fire in watching him create his own path,
pushing me to work through my own fear of failure,
victoriously reaching the top of my mountain.
So I ask all of you,
Who’s teaching whom?
When did you become the student in your own life of giving the lesson?
We all seek the highest form of success.
Who says we’re not already there?
Success is peace of mind,
reach your top with whatever peace you find.



To all the mothers who father their sons
We will never know struggles as men
Finding care to love with emotion
pushing hard for tough choices
We must choose our battles wisely
this is all we can do

To all the mothers who father their sons
A strong arm and loving embrace
can never compare to the connection of man
Create a home for refuge and peace
for young men to grow as their own
Do not hinder their strength
but nurture their hearts.

To all the mothers who father their sons
create the light that was taken
taken from men who lost their way
Teach them how to find theirs
Find their way to their light.

To all the mothers who father their sons.
Our love will be stronger
than the bond they never knew.

It’s finally happened. The weather has officially changed here in the city of Chicago. This weekend was the first of many of me waking up, sun shining, and me thinking of just being…..out there. The logical part of me knows that 10 minutes out and sun beaming down on my helmet of dreadlocs is not really all that fun. The dreamer in me knows I’m “glowing” in a haze of heat, too cute to care. But! With all the sweating and self conscious pulling at my too short shorts, there comes the familiar energy that we all love when it comes to the summer. You didn’t think you were the only one praying to whatever sun god to bring us the heat, did you?? Walking through the first farmer’s markets of the season, people sweat it out with smiles on their faces, organic heirloom tomatoes on their minds, and an occasional whisper of how hot as shit it is( with a chuckle of course) because nobody wants to be the one to admit that they were the ones that prayed for this. WE ALL PRAYED FOR THIS. So, fellow Chicagoans, we are here. We made it! Now let’s get out there and sweat it out with the sun. We’ve earned it…

Haven’t we?