SINS OF THE
FATHER
You tell me I’m beautiful,
and yes I can see
The beautiful, cut diamond
deep inside of me.
You make promises to be
better, and they bore like
a drill.
You tell me with hard work
so I can pay your bills.
I don’t want to give in to
you, as hard as you try
Because now and forever,
you will bleed me dry.
Success requires effort, and
if I gave none,
If I were to run from my
moment in the sun,
What would you do?
How would you live?
Knowing your lifetime
commitment has nothing
to give?
I would love to leave you
helpless, and not be all that
I could.
But honestly, I know in my
heart I never would.
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Because I want myself to
be rich and famous, too.
But I refuse that life if it
comes with you
Dad.
SOMEWHERE NEAR
HARLEM NIGHTS
hen three
teenagers do
something
together, it
never goes according to
plan, and never will. This
I discovered the way most
teens do, through experience. I tested this natural
law on one cold October
night, when my 2 schoolmates, Jesús, Adrian, and
I decided go see Hamlet
performed by a travel stage
group on 35th street, in
Manhattan. The trip was
originally for high school
Seniors only, but there are
perks to being a teacher’s
pet. Although we came
with the school, after the
show we broke away from
the group, improvised
and wandered the streets
aimlessly afterwards. How
could a late-night stroll
go so awry? Perhaps we’ll
know if we look at it like
a math problem: School
MetroCards that expire at
8pm + a play that ends at
10pm + one hour spent
wandering the streets - the
intelligence of four foolish
boys = one long night.
The three of us knew each
other from our time living together in the same
dormitory at our boarding
school. There was Adrian,
who was an especially nice
person, a good friend, and
wore his sexual ambiguity
like a superhero cape. He
was fun to hang around,
but some of the weirdest
moments in my life were
connected to Adrian. And
then there was Jesús, who