Pops, you watch too much TV.
I feel convinced that I have now become a faceless memory,
That only photographs will bring short-term remembrances of me.
Come watch me!
I have many shows to entertain you with!
I will tell you of my hopes and dreams,
My award promotions and ceremonies,
My horrific grades and nightmares that lurk my sleep!
You could watch me laugh, cry, and be stubborn like stolen cookies.
You will even shout at my small MMA fists giving breath into another person’s chest!
And you could hear me scream in magical park rides!
You could hear, see, and feel,
The pixie dusts of my heart spark my first intimate trust in another man.
This gentleman has been waiting to meet you!---
Have you forgotten me already?
Am I now a broken Home DVD packed away in storage boxes?
That you’ve started opening the television programs?
These programs unfolded in front of your eyes,
Before you’ve looked into my eyes,
And before you selected me to watch my heart slowly reveal its inside…
It smokes prayers for intercession,
It cries for a connection,
It’s dying for a series of episodes of you and I having sessions of one-on-one connections.
Will you please tell me about yourself?
I will take out my ear buds
To have my ears bloom to the songs you’ve sung.
I will put my phone in my back pocket
To call you by my voice,
To hear your endless tall tales
From your short body!
I have now made my service available,
Will you please turn off the TV?
Is it too hard to put down the remote control?
Does this explain why it’s hard for you
To reason to your own children how to live?
YOU’RE TALKING TOO LOUD THAT YOU CAN’T HEAR THEM.
Psst… the couch has become your bed.
Pops!... your thoat
Has – been – croaking – like the boxing crowds…
You’ve lost control of the remote
And haven’t used it properly.
Grasping and clicking this black stick Click
Has become your muscle’s habitual memory. Click
They have remembered,
But you have forgotten. Click
Let’s all tuck away our phone,
The remote, and the TV;
Let’s stack these in taped boxes;
Stop giving those cable and electric companies money;
And Let’s invest time with one another.
Yes, I know-
It will be a pain as we itch for our electronics,
But it’ll be comforting when we set aside our temptations
And spend quality time with humans.
Tell me stories of you while in the Mother Land,
And how she wrapped you and your 13 siblings in her green, abundant arms
And I’ll tell you my stories
Of how school swarmed me with numbers, words, and history.
May I hear of your countless childhood troubles?
And I’ll tell you of my sassy, scratchy, fist fists.
Teach me about your first heartbreak? J
I’ve never heard a peep of that before.
I want to hear your
So that you will become the “Big Fish” to me.
When will you one day confess,
How much I mean to you versus the TV,
How much your family means to you versus work,
And Ma’s love, prayers, and dinner
Compare to the TV…
speak to me.
You’ve talked to the screen for too long
That I’ve become a faceless memory.
You watch too much TV.
Come and watch me.