It was my uncle Mike that had passed away.
It was my first funeral to attend. I was uncomfortable. People were crying. People were all on about me piercing. Many men were looking sharp and I couldn’t help but be jealous. We paid respects to a man who was considered a fighter. A man whos father was named after me. Charles Rowe.
I feel I live his name disrespectfully.
For that i cant help but hate myself.
If Sam, would really accept a guy like me….
If I really am worth it.
So much came into my mind that made me question myself.
The cold wind blew as we put him to rest.
I thought of life.
I thought of this man.
I thought of my love
And my purpose.