Happy Birthday Baybid

I bless the day your father planted your seed,

you were made for me.

My poetry hasn't been the same since I met you...

because all I wanna do is write you into a love poem.

The kind that makes me passionate about life,

those that make life worth living.

No picket fences with red shutters or blue doors,

this one won't be perfect because then they'll be nothing left to work towards.

Travel with me down amazing journeys and parted seas.

I'm okay with it not being easy

-I stood in the face of challenge many times-

you are my reward.

Pick an argument to purse from my lips,

Hold my heartache in your palm,

Kiss life back into my lungs,

Press frustration against my forehead...

let's just vent about the community, poetry, hiphop, jobs, fashion, food,

the bible...

come on baby let's just vent.

And then connect through DNA with plans on how to change the world.

Stand up Martin go King and lead Malcom's.

I believe in you.

Fight like Ali and be hands not strong enough to turn to fists.

I'll be your corner angled in the minds of finding forever.

And help those find,

what I've found in you.

Happy Birthday Baybid