A Man


I knew I would marry you

when I saw my dads body

lifeless and shriveled

when I saw his skin

crawl away from his bones

when I saw his soul


the angel of death standing over his head

screaming cancer in the loudest whisper

I’ve ever heard

bouncing off the walls of that apartment home

you see I knew

the kind of man I would marry

at just thirteen

when my Dad’s breath got up and left

didn’t take me with him

and left nothing

but the definition

of a man

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I write Black Historical Fiction, Poetry, and Inspirational Non-Fiction for the Freedom of all People. Visit me on the web at yecheilyahysrayl.com/

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