Tuesday, June 24, 2008


So I reach out and touch faith.
That's what you taught me.
As you abused me.
And showed me how my weakness was your entrance.
I was your puppet.
The lover you created, only to show hatred.
You couldn't have the man of your dreams;
So you invented him.
I'm not upset.
I thank you.
I haven't drank enough water to cry tears at your demise.
I will miss you.
Ms. You

"You never was a crack fiend, mama;
That doesn't make you a black queen, mama..."

I've been afflicted with wack dreams, mama.

You cut me deep.
And that bleeds.


Thank you for not supporting my destiny.
It helps to know my biggest supporter

Was my only detractor.

Sorry I couldn't stay on Mother's Day.


1 comment:

Britt Britt said...

HEY This just made me sad!