Young Authority Poem by Yamez David

The first thing I beheld- a barbie doll,
If only I inhaled first I would tell
A manly poem hot like alcohol.
Howbeit I, exclusive son, shall dwell.

Inquire about my fashion sense- so fresh.
In hand romance beyond the normal gent;
Hands don't shake, get rain white by female flesh.
A man made by Mom, dad a wind-blown tent.

Enriched by hands of sisters who embraced
A healthy stream of nature once avowed;
Then trickled in as patience, insight, grace.
Now, I could sway whole oceans to be clouds.

My father's gift was darkness in the head.
Escaping shade, I never will be lead.