To my Mother:
Remember the New Years Eve fight around cocktail shrimp and southern fried catfish?
I told you, 'You abandoned me when I was Eight"
It's true I was wild but you gave up on me
Then you cried and aplogized for those lost years
The pleas that fell on deaf ears
in a place of hell, heat and step brothers
This was the night I wanted to kill myself.
I felt helpless like a prisoner being drowned
Bound to the waves in a sea of history.
I doubt you do now...
but I didn't want you to cry then.
Almost a year later, I realized
you did the best you could.