Yes Papa

Mama told me about boiling
The sea, now I realize I was
Wrong. You are salt.

You were jealous of me.
Jealous of me for not existing.
So one hour, in the dead of
Night, you made Mama pregnant
And forced me into existence.

I never got the chance to Thank-You
For never smelling for like the man
Who raped me, Thank-You for walking
13 blocks, past 3 crack houses to find
Strawberries for my pregnant mother.

Sorrow sits at the edge of my bed
Pretending to read an article in a
newspaper about a church catching fire.

By now, you have used my name
In vain. Too many times to count.
Glass does always sound the same
When it's being thrown across a room.

"Yes, Papa! Yes, it is.
Life is as simple as a hello
and as complicated as a farewell