I tried
Together to rip off the band-aid with you
To allow the city sun to shine upon the wounds we allowed others to inflict
Vitamin D for our tough-skinned inner-child
The parentified children we were
The superhero we each became
Heal with me, I shrieked to deafened ears
The same way we’d said it to dad
Heal for me
I’ve been taught to grow
My bright green, giv’n blessing to
You’ll want my number
For the fathers who found me right where I was at those given times, and right on-time
You, who, with green eyes, blue eyes, and blue-green eyes
Loved me with a love that helped me grow tall, be tall, and stay tall
Thank you for the canned vegetables, the frozen vegetables for-the-first-time-in-a-lifetime, and for the fresh-from-the-farm-and-roadside vegetables
Though some would seriously judge, I needed your yo’ mama jokes, bar room jokes, and first thing in the morning jokes, to remind me to smile
-you showed This firstborn how to be Serious Business, after all-
Thank you forefathers, for being my fathers, for being there then, and though elsewhere now, for being still here nonetheless
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