Backyard after 5-
were the the venue and time we met almost daily.
It was you, Cassava my only friend that I had when I was a kid. Probably, I was just not friendly that there were no friends to befriended with.
I spoke to you about dissatisfaction -about love that was not reciprocal -about uncertainty of life -about biases and perceptions
about growing up as a man
so I can run away from the repetitive forlorn days
because I fed up hearing people comparing me with nonsense
dictating the way I should live my life
and the kind of man that I should be
I just want to grow up
being with you,
and being myself