Appreciation of a Mentor

I’ve never written a poem about another man.

In this strange era of forced masculinity,

My father would think it's queer to show affinity towards one in which I am.

He has taught me to see things for what they are,

Torn my writings apart, and showed me what it’s like to work hard.

Two long years under his wing,

And I still have the faintest idea of what it's like to win.

That’s because winning puts an end to our journey,

and if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that no one can burn me.

There’s only myself and it can't be worse,

I owe it to my mentor for showing me my self-worth.

Thank you for teaching me the importance of creating powerful stories,

for people around the world to see and believe.

I hold it true to myself that my words and images will stand in frame for a long time

after it is my turn to leave.

 

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