At the age of 10
i reminded her of "Dark October Nights"
today the mere mention causes
her face to grow tight
shame; excuses,
the truth she refuses
My lady begs to know why I shout and curse
ladies first; I learned it back then
from well-intentioned black women...I know
my words cut like the wind
sista's catch much attitude as I begin, but
black children share cystal clear memories of sin
like the sounds of switches slicing through wind
removing sin along with skin.
mamas hurtful words beat at your brain
years later the shame remains
Curses echoe through the stars, what's forever?
mama's last name, pain and scars
Bless that lady.
It took me 25 years
to wipe away my tears
yet, I can still see her eyes
Tired and Mad
crying; wanting; needing
a husband
and for me,
a dad.
Forgiven!