Yaki dear I am honored you used my poem as a basis of inspiration for this one. Omg this poem brings me to tears. Running like crazy to get back home because you miss your mom. Please trust me when I say this, spend every moment you can with that special woman. Life will happen the way it should. Love you chicken and this poem is amazing.

That should say chickie not chicken, funny how it messed up that word. Sorry

This is incredible, Yaki. Heart-breaking and so raw. I'm so glad you share your voice, your heart, on here.

Dear Yakari,
I admire your spirit and your courage. As i have said before it is really comendable that you potray so much of honesty through your words, your poems truly reveal your soul.
And the best part is you never hide behind pretences , you never fear to openly admitt your mistakes and a person so young you manage to find your own solutions too. Kid you're an inspiration to me. Wishing you all the very best.
God Bless You!!
Jay

Such a complex evolution of emotion! Yes I can relate to every bit of this poem, the verbal abuse, the words that cut like knives (and are then twisted in the wound to make it hurt worse), the escape,the renunciation and then the perspective. You have to have the confidence that you are a person in your own right before you can appreciate just how much the parent (your mom, my dad) means to us. Such a wonderful expression.

"I too, got clever with / insults "

"I got to / hear my own voice ... / over coffee that tasted / nothing like the one / she makes"

"I counted everything / I could possibly sell- / to run back to her / ashamed, diploma-less / and all"

You have become a true wordsmith - crafting art from 26 little symbols.

This is a killer of a poem and I feel as though I've become very connected to it. I've read in four times now and each time I find something more complex. Emotion wise I'm not just feeling the sadness either, there's more to it than that.

I know what it's like to take off from the place that was once home, to not want to go back there. However you always end up going back there. You always have that feeling that you need to go back there. The last few lines hit me hard... 'diploma-less', yep too many times I wanted to throw my degrees in and run back. You just have to find that inner strength to continue on.