As my Brother wash the dishes
i wonder if my mother should be sleeping.
My Father told me to cut the grass.
i never seen me cut it before.
My Friend Tony said that he does not believe in my family.
i should never look up to my mother.
Look down look down. submissive.
He made me his friend.
I used to hear the screams of my female ancestors.
they rose and their Husbands stayed still.
They said the energy they saved was for me.
i guess i should take it.
tony does not come here anymore.
I let the grass grow high before I approach it.
My Mother prowls like a lion.
Dominance. father. Family