Reflections of Childhood Through Painful Memories: A Poetic Narrative

Grew up with killers
I ain’t know they was killers
We was just together, man
Playing Mega Man
On Sega, man
Your mama love me to death
She reminded me of Afeni
Yeah a real black queen
If I had a genie
I wish that she ain’t struggle no more
Yall wouldn’t have to go to sleep
With all them roaches
If she wasn’t so poor
You told me when you came to my house
That sh*t was like a timeout from
Reality
One night you asked me what I’m crying about
‘Cause you was staying over for the weekend
I woke up from out my sleep
When I heard mama
And my stepfather beefin’
I don’t know if he been drinkin’
But I know that sh*t got loud
And I heard rumbling
From struggling
And rolling on the ground
Could never get used to that sound
My mama saying “Get off me”
My tears is tumbling now
I wish that you never saw me
‘Cause I
Felt like a coward
So powerless
I was only 12
I wish I would have bust right through that door
My fu*cking self