He can read and write and talk but has a long way to go.
He will be a man that many women will be drawn to - his
Silence a challenge, his brown eyes magnetic. Inside there
Is laughter. I can only pray I don’t take that away from him
As I continue to teach him and raise him with maybe to firm
A hand. I love him. He is mine. Made from me. I see my
Defiance in him, see his father’s ambivalence to those who
Surround his life. I want to wake him, shake him until he is
Like the other boys. How easy my life would be then. He
Would grow, be a man, the type women like me try to save
