I thought of you...father

I thought of you when I read things fall apart

I thought of you when I got my black eye

I thought of you when I ended up in the hospital for starving myself 

I’ve thought of many different versions of you

Cultivating you or maybe, myself, my mind in particular, to be positive, happy, and most importantly,



I hope it was worth it

your wreckless choices in life

This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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