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Tycen
“Wait for dad,” Dax yelled to sam. Sam turned around and gave his best look of disappointment, ”does he ALWAYS have to be the LAST one?”
The heat was starting to get to the two boys as they stood at a fork in the trail. They found some shade and sat down to wait. “This pack is killing me” Sam said as he set down his 30 lbs pack. “You’re such a pussy,’ Dax quickly replied. Packing was something Dax loved. For some reason he loved strapping everything he needed to his back and hiking for 50+ miles only to turn around a couple days later and hike out. There was something, real, something, honest about backpacking. You couldn’t cheat, you couldn’t quit. Backpacking, to Dax, was the only thing that still seemed pure. Dax loved it when people would complain about how hard the trail was or how heavy their pack was. Dax loved to hear people whine, cause then he could enforce rule number one. Rule number one in backpacking, is if anyone complains, when they aren’t looking you can fill their pack full of rocks. Dax had done that a couple times, he thought it was hilarious. He sat on the trail fighting every temptaion of filling his little brothers back pack as Sam laid down with his eyes closed in the shade. Before he could make a decision he saw his sister coming down the trail. “Brady” Dax yelled, “how far are you in front of dad?”
“I have no clue” she said as she glanced over her shoulder. Brady was Dax’s older sister, she was kind of the second mom of the family. Anytime no parents were in the house Brady would take the leadership role; even if she wasn’t the oldest. Dax watched her as she got closer, her long blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail and covered by a baseball cap. She slowly made her way up the trail and stopped next to Dax. “Please help me get this off” Brady pleaded as she turned her pack to Dax. “Where’s Jake?” Dax replied as he began unbuckling the straps. Just as Dax finished his question they could both see the oldest brother, Jake, walking up to meet them. Jake was the oldest boy, he was tall with curly hair just like his dad. He was very quiet and liked to keep to himself, but when around family, many got to see his sense of humor that everyone loved. “What took you so long?” Sam blurted from under the tree. In this family, EVERYTHING was competiiton. Whether it was a pick up basketball game played on the hoop by the side of the house, or just who could hit the tree with a rock first, EVERYTHING was competition. “I had to help mom with her pack!” Jake quickly said in defense of his tardiness. “You wait for her and watch her FREAK out on you!” They all began to laugh because they could see their mom yelling at Jake to fix her pack.
“Dax, you want anything from the store?” Dax jumped and was taken out of his memory to find himself back in his messy room holding the family picture. “Um.. no, i’m ok, thanks anyway” Dax said as he began to take another bite out of his bagel. ”Alright but I don’t want you sitting there all afternoon, you have a lot of work to do.” Dax’s mother closed the door and started down the hall. Dax looked back down and stared at the picture. The picture reflected all six of the family members standing at the trial head. Dax’s father, was standing in the middle with a serious look on his face as if he was mad that he was going camping. But that wasn’t the case, thats just how he was, he never smiled for pictures, he stood tall with arms spread wide as if he had his arms around the whole family. This picture made Dax laugh as this had been taken back when his dad had dread locks. See, Dax’s father was, well, a hippie. He stood at about six feet tall with a big build. The hair on his face was scruffy enough to know he hadn’t known what a razor was in weeks and his long curley hair was all matted up and looked as if it hadn’t been washed in months. But he didn’t care, he loved his look. He knew his hair and build is what got him the nickname that fit so perfect, Buffalo. Buffalo was a true hippie at heart. His inside was laced with beliefs of anti-big-government and peace across the world, he was very laid back, easy going and had a funny sense of humor if you could get him to talk. His style of clothing said it all, wearing a Bob Marley ti-dye shirt and hemp jewelry covering his neck and wrists. Dax’s mother stood next to Buffalo with a big smile and her arms wrapped tight around her husband. She was the total opposite of Buffalo, she did have many of the same beliefs and some of her styles were similar, but her personality could not be more opposing. She, unlike her husband of 25 years, was loud, opinionated, and very agressive. Watching how those two get along was hilarious. She stood around five foot five and had light brown hair that just touched the middle of her back. Her eyes were as blue as the sky and her smile was deciving as it came across innocent. Dax examined each sibling and began to think again about the trip. He thought about how his dad was always the last one. Dax knew his father was a big strong man, he wasn’t slow and if he wanted to he could probably beat all the siblings to the end of the trail with no problem. So why did he stay so far behind all the time?
“BAM” Dax was startled by a loud noise coming from the kitchen, he set the photo down and started down the hall. He stood at the top of the stairs and leaned down to see what all this noise was about…
You are so lucky. Every man on the entire planet envy’s you. You are always on every page of hot magazines and you are all over the best looking women this planet has to offer. You get to sit around all day, you don’t have to worry about a job or anything, you just hang out til your hot woman picks you up and takes you around all day. You hug her tight and get to see places us single guys can only dream of. You are a thong.. a wonderful peice of fabric that stays high enough above the jeans just long enough to say, “i’m not coverin much.” You are full of different colors, patterns and fabrics. You adapt to many different cultures.. All the way down in Brazil with the florecent orange color over to Austraila with the reptile pattern, back to Africa with your line of grass thongs and up to Canada with your extra padded thongs for warmth. You cover the whole world bringing joy to every boy.. you are always changing your look yet you remain consistant with getting the job done. Your job is to make guys go crazy.. you are also the reason a lot of guys behave. We see the back of you gradually get smaller until you disappear behind the jeans of our date.. You make us smile.. you make us wonder.. you make us have to go to our bishop. You are a ray of sunlight on a cloudy day. So, Mr. Thong, i would like to speak on behalf of all the men across the world when i say, THANK YOU. Thank you for being there when i need a smile, thanks for riding up along the hip when a girl is wearing a belly shirt and most of all.. thanks for being there every time a girl drops something. Keep on truckin, keep doing what you do best. Never stop, never give up and never add more fabric. Thank you for everything Mr. Thong, I salute you.
Sick and tired
Of bein treated like shit
Bein pushed around
Bein told to quit
Bein told that i will never make it
Bein told it’d be better if I jus split
Sick and tired
Of feeling no worth
Sick and tired
Of fake people in my church
Sick of my parents not yellin at any other
Sick of them askin why i’m not like my brother
Sick of everyone tryin to be my mother
I’m tired leave me the hell alone I feel so smothered
Wish I could move and have a different name
Then I wouldn’t have to worry
About provin i’m not the same
I’m still Tycen but a lot has changed
I’m sick of all this i’m going insane
If somethin’s missin
Tycen misplaced it
If somethin’s broken
I bet Tycen has to replace it
I’ve learned to stand up and face it
It feels as if I don’t deserve the name PoVey
as if to you i disgrace it
Brothers don’t respect me
Sister thinks i’m unreliable
This disrespect
To me its just unjustifiable
Everytime I prove i’ve changed
They all start to cheer my name
They all stand and cheer for me
Like i won the lottery
Clappin their hands enthusiastically
Sarcastically
Sick and tired
And really startin to piss me off
No regard No credit
And they’re tryin set me off
Here ya go
This is me pissed
Ya happy?
Ya might as well come up and jus slap me
Tell me that my opinion means nothing
Tell me that i’m livin in a dream
Like Martin Luther King
Tell me i’m like a bee sting
And won’t be anthing
But a jester for a king
So now i stand
Like a man
Asking you to see me where i am
Not where i began
Sick of not bein part of the clan
Tired of tryin to prove who i really am
This love..
Couldn’t be expressed in words by the best poet
Couldn’t be heard through the lips of the finest speaker
Couldn’t be felt through the notes of the most talented musician
No, this love can only be seen
I’ve heard many stories of your compassion
I’ve heard how you smiled at each day passin
They say “There’s no way you could be mad at her
She smiles too much and always brings laughter”
There’s no limit to how much joy you bring
This is why this love can only be seen
Seen by my eyes glancing at your crying friends
Their love for you is now heaven sent
Hands covering their tear filled eyes
Remembering how much you touched their lives
Words can’t express how much they miss you
How they wish for just one more day with you
Your face now in glass and surrounded by a frame
A loved one lost but a love that will forever remain
Now your body lay down to mother earth
May your soul return to he who gave you birth
And when you stand with honor in front of heavens gate
Know that you’ve fought a good fight, finished your course & kept the faith
Depart now from us with this love from friends
A love with no beginning a love with no end
A love that most believe only happens in dreams
A love so heart felt, it has to be seen
