Letter To My Sons

 

Rules can be bent and twisted over the same 

tables they were laid; I would not give you

rules, I won't. For Advice can be thrown out 

From the very ears it entered;

I shall not advise you, 

but I will 

Unveil to you— secrets from the 

Pot of life and wisdom.

Be a hunter. 

Be The one whose head sees beyond his eyes. 

Be The one who knows which animal to hunt and leave, Be the one 

Who knows the best time to hunt.

You will hunt down fame, Wealth and 

The name, but only you know the best time.

Be a scavenger. 

Not The one who entertains 

garbage but who scavenges for worthy luggage.

The one who knows what to hug and kiss,

Who knows when to spit unto its very own eyes.

You will scavenge for qualities— the ones that 

Makes a male an alpha.

Be a gardener. 

Not one who tramples,

But one who knows when to water,

When , where and how to prune, one who 

Knows the blossoming time. You will garden 

Your life & that of your mother & that of your wife & that of your sister. 

You will garden feminine influence in your 

life, for from their flowers may thorns grow.

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Sakeenah Kareem is a writer, journalist and content marketer. An undergraduate of communication and language arts. She is an advocate of justice, liberty and tranquility in humanity. She loves nature, adventures and family. Sakeenah is a dynamic personality.