Call of Duty

By Howard L. Craft My wife’s womb is a world My son lives inside At night I sing him his ABC’s I want him to talk early I place head phones on my Wife’s belly and play 90’s hip hop I think about holding him and rocking Him to sleep with Wu Tang instrumentals I think of the things I need to teach him The man lessons, the Blackman survival In America lessons I hope he will listen better than I did I wish my father were here to help me I said... Read More