Stand Bye Me

Image from the movie Dead Presidents

So many of us grow up with the fairytale fathers.

Chasing loot and pussy, paying to keep families separated from intimate dinners and still gather where they can be alone together.

Cook outs where drugs and alcohol flow. Everything for the soul to be exposed. Dancing and shouting to resolve issues before the fights and shootouts commence. Now we're holed up, holding hands, spirits closer than they've ever been.

We asked to be taken home long before.

Ain't enough talking to God, meditating or deep breathing, to control. Hoping social anxiety doesn't cripple me because I haven’t figured out the best version of me yet.

So yes, I guess I am always the biggest threat.