Broken Tree : Blues Poetry

I only met my Auntie once
Now I gotta live with it
Been realizing that's my blood
And so it hits different
To see my last name stamped on a casket
Flowers on top, like a bar on my chest
It's heavy on my heart
The truth weigh a ton
I'm boutta be 30 and and I still don't have a son
That could carry out the legacy of my history blood
When I'm done, who gone tell my story
It's been courageous
My insecurities say fatherhood would probably break me and I
Still get nervous when holding babies
Maturity the only thing I'm praying and
Also that my bros moving safely
The pressure of man when the families endangered
Depression never stands but it's sitting with me lately
I hope it's not contagious, cause stressing is a sin
And fear usually manifested from places within
My Aunti didn't have no kids
So her funeral attendance around ten rather slim
It hurt me deep
I lay awake as this time ticking down to three
Tears shed as I mourn for our casualties
Dear God, strengthen us while we grieve
Please prepare me to add to this broken tree

Amen



Credits
Writer(s): Markus Meredith
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