mamas a victim of trauma
born out of wedlock
and a whole lot of drama
put it on pause
like a coma
so much memory
in an aroma
it hurts so lovely
hard to harm me
everything I felt
numbed me
even the belt
couldn't tame me
pick a switch
blow a fuse
hit with the heel
of a pair of
wood bottom shoes
don't know bout
them blues, seen stars
and a half of the moon
whoop my but
whelp me up
burn down he tree
killed the owl
for whoo,ing me
out , poetry
written on loose leaf
talking back got me
loose teeth
the conclusion
has been drawn
love don't love nobody
and hate, hates every one