To Whom it May Concern

My mamma told me

That I could be anything that I wanted to be

And I held her words close

‘Cause

It’s her words that I value the most

It’s always been me and she

She and I

With-my-little-eye-ne-ver-did-I-spot-a-pop

POP a squat he never did at my ball game

He ain’t shit

Is all I ever heard my ma sayin’

A drunk

I Think

I Thunk

I wan-ted one

But naw

I’m straight

Better now than never whatever you came late

Missed the bus

Fisticuff

Want to bust ya face in

You couldn’t imagine the hate I’m tastin’

Off the tip of my tongue

I’m flung

Obscenities

Hung up

Memories

A memory is all you’ll ever be . . .

All I’ll ever be

And I’m sorry, Pop,

I’m someone you’ll never see.