I saw my mama cry
When she chose to fight dad
I mean fist to fist type shit
He had a good foot &100 lbs on her
But my mama was mad
That’s what the rape of young girls does—
To the ones that survive
It makes them mad
In myriad ways & flavors
mama was like Jekyll & Tyson
She messed my pops up a couple
Times—
And he should never have...