A chilly September wind whips through the back door of a yellow cab Dee Dee slides in holding Jazz hand "Hey man," he nearly barks at the cabbie. "We gotta get to Mary Imaculate hospital quick!" The driver speeds off and within hours a pain in the ass appears
Soon grows knuckle head negro who lives for reasons unbeknownst to him but still trudges through a lfe so far filled with sadness and depression See, three years after September Jazz moved away and Daddy was a name that missed its meaning Dee Dee was mother father exponential and she tried to teach manhood but that's a specialized class Not everyone can succeed with that syllabus
Walls were made for me to walk into if emotions could manifest physically I'd be full body casted thoughout high school where through fights, infidelity and a surealistic call to Queens streets had me seeking a degree in thugmanship
But thank God for maturity.
I'm 31 now and maybe soon life will bless me with the opportunity to be Jazz to a Kenny who will look, stand, walk and/or act like me maybe e'll be funny like me maybe he'll be shy like I was maybe I won't pass away before I can teach him right like Jazz did
Maybe his mom will be as strong as Dee Dee in case I do...
But boy, whenever you appear and grace the world with your spirit always remember what it is to be who you are Man is a word used to often but with the wrong interpretation.
Being tall doesn't make you a man Being hefty doesn't make you a man having sex and a baby does not a man make
It's not the ability to make choices but the strength and perseverance to live with the choices you make and stand by all that comes from those decisions
That's what Jazz has been trying to tell me for all these years That's what Dee Dee has raised me to believe
So am I a man yet? I gather... But that's not my choice to make I'll leave that naming ceremony to my son.
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