Sharing

16 year old me would never have posted a selfie, never mind a poem.

She would never have dreamt of having such confidence.

She would have waited ’til someone else posted a picture of her that was passable and used that for her profile –

So passive.

Now, I post both, both different forms of self-portraiture.

 

 

Constant

I hope to sit with you one day,

in a content sort of way.

Sometimes thing are okay and sometimes they’re not,

But I’d love to have you as a constant, even though you can’t be constant,

Because one day, after you’ve become my constant, my comfort, you’ll die, or I will,

And the other will be left in a constant state of grief and loss, which will in some way ease but never go.

Please brother

Please brother,

Grow up to be gentle,

be protective,

be vulnerable,

be kind,

be a citizen,

be a listener,

be a shield, and be shielded in return,

be a song, and be sung to in return.

 

Be a helping hand, not a stomping boot – not a striking fear kind of guy,

not a “it was her own fault” kind of guy,

not a complicit kind of guy,

not a dangerous and sly kind of guy, who’ll expect everything and deserve nothing but to be taught a lesson.