my pappa so strong,
he stronger than yours, he strong like
he could pin pythons with his pinkie like
he could lug whole planets in two grocery bags like
he could stomp out the sun like
a cigarette, turn an orbit into an ashtray like
strong enough to rip the light from his own eyes like
strong enough to wrestle his own jaw shut like
strong enough to send me flying… and see im proud cuz like
a good friend of mine called me a metal cage and
the first thing i pictured was him, and it was like
he could die in all that strength like
a man’s bones can only hold so much history like
mortal muscle ain’t built for what he carries like
no wonder he got heart problems like
no wonder he cant sleep at night he’s busy
bench-pressing the sky like
no wonder we dont hug his arms are too full
of oceans, i wanna be big and strong like
him someday.
Shubhan Mehta is an avid writer and actor living in New York. He has always held a deep passion for the power of human stories and seeks constantly to expand his community of artists around him. He enjoys reading, playing tennis, listening to music, and volunteering.