My Son Remember This

Coloring when you're younger is letting each shade have it's alone time They say elders deserve it But I never had the opportunity to see your hair age to grey You were a silver fox Illusive with your presence, no matter how much of a present it would be for me Doesn't anyone care about how I feel I didn't ask to be here, yet I am, and everything is falling apart... And I have to pick up the pieces and make something beautiful Whoever said horror was beautiful never had a cut deeper than the surface I can't escape this horror story, and adults keep preaching about the honor they don't even hold on to Your moral compass clearly was never fixed so stop trying to fix me I'll do it myself just like everything else I don't care if I take the long way What's a little more pain with this depression This is what I imagined your thoughts said after you heard me say: mom and dad are getting a divorce I'm sorry to have multiplied the trend of men walking out of your life Son, I'm sorry and I hope you don't keep your hands around the neck of a grudge My son I love you, I'm sorry your picture of love now has a crack in it, My everything, if you hate me and ignore everything else, please remember this: respect is earned not given So, learn to give it even when it's not deserved Because pain can learn to heal when patience reflects Respect can't be bought so don't spend your money on brands expecting it to elevate your title Your name holds a weight more valuable than gold, not even the world can hold You, let nothing hold you back Dad will always have your back Respect those that hurt you, more than the love they didn't give When you treat respect like the kindness everyone should receive you won't have to ask for it Then you can paint your own future Coloring when you're older is letting the paint sit at the grown folks table and mix conversation p.s. no matter what our colors will always match...