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My Father Taught Me.

My father taught me the relationship between selfish love and selfless love, and how each of us express both kinds everyday.

My father taught me that some of us know there is a God, but don’t take the time to know god, or take enough time to pray/

My father taught me that when the soul is determined to go home and witness the glory, there is little to nothing you can do to stop it.

My father taught me that the best place for my hard earned cash was not the bank, but in my pocket/

Believe it or not/ at age 4 Pop/ took me to the gambling spot/

Showing me/ either knowingly or unknowingly/ teaching me/ how to conduct myself in streets that suffer from poverty/

I have no doubt, that between that lesson, my mother’s prayers and God’s grace; I am alive today to testify with poetry/

He taught me that tomatoes from the garden are sweeter than the ones from the store/ And the rewards of catching catfish from the pond/

My father taught me, the best way to read a person is to talk crazy to them and then see how they respond/

My father taught me that you can be proud of your nerdy son with no desire to do anything nerdy yourself.

My father was the poster child for how we needlessly suffer when we don’t pay close attention to our health/

By watching him go to work everyday, I learned from him how companies apply pressure to employees as they get older and I should mention/

That this is a sinister plot, by the corporate forces/ against our elders/ to get them to retire early and shorten their pensions.

My father taught me that no matter who we want our loved ones to be they will only be who they are.

He would always ask me to breakdance for y’all like I was a star/ Put me in his lap as I drove the car/

I learned from him how to display strength/ no matter how much my heart was hurting/

My father taught me to always treat family like family and never be surprised when family treats you like a regular person/

Of all the fathers that were here and gone,/ I’m sure they all wondered “Will our families miss us?”/

By remembering the life lessons of our fathers/ is how we can always keep them with us ~

I love you Pop

I love you Mom

I love you big bro

I miss and love you little bro

To God be the glory

Amen

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author/novelist/poet also known as Graffiti Bleu, loves and lives in northern California. He was born in New York City and received some serious game and [learn more]

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