NFL Player | Poet | Public Speaker | Artist
And if Joy comes How will we welcome him? Will we not fear him, Will we not cower After knowing only Depression for so long? Though we have prayed for him, Though we have drank All through our night (lifetime) What if we hope again to Hear the click Of his mighty boots On the…
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On August 29th, the world saw a side of me that not many have before. I revealed my life, my love, and my dreams on a terrifyingly public platform. The process leading up to making the decision to go public with my sexuality was a tough labyrinth with excitement and fear amongst the many twist…
I believe the foundation of human connection is vulnerability. Yet, at a young age, we learn to hide behind masks. The lesson can start as young as four years old, and start with smiling for a picture you don't feel so happy to be taking. We grow up telling people we are fine when we…
I want to tell you all good morning, that I had a restful nights sleep, and I'm prepared to attack the day. I want to tell you all of this but frankly, none of that B.S. is true. A lot of us don't have the luxury of just giving up on the day around 7…
I need to write more when I’m in love. I need to stop holding your hand on these long Malibu walks And write more. I need to stop staring deeply into your eyes across the dinner table And write more. I need to stop watching you dance through the night And write more. I…
Blind I remember the first time I saw you. Not when I stumbled upon your Instagram and saw you in so many places with so little clothes. I remember the first time I saw you. Not when I picked you up from the airport. When we exchanged hellos, didn’t touch but smiled at each other…
The way you say tomorrow Terrifies me As if I’ve trapped you in today And you’re searching for all the exits.
Ask me not where impotence lie When a smile is the mask of the bad guy For deep down inside of the speculation You’ll find the heart to be my damnation Ask me no more “How are you” The sky is grey and my tears are blue For clouds and people both bring shade And…
Do not cry, mother, for football is not war. We do not carry arms against the less fortunate Or shoot amongst the crowd And the divided sides are not nations But boys that thought playing a game Made them men. Do not cry, mother. Football is not war. Yelling men, beer overflowing, we enter…
Cheater! I thought, laying with my paramour, How can I trust you in 2019? The roof of the hotel shone pearly White, like doves or cocaine. My lover, I kiss Anyhow, as if I hadn’t been Fucked over before. Nearby, a handsome Bellhop looked through me like glass; I looked back, Feeling as empty as…