Minding Mama

“Sometimes, I ask myself: Do I love her, my mama?  Certainly not like Kipsey.  Kipsey’s wrapped around my mama like wool to a spindle.  All up in her face. She said it to me once, mama was the child she never had.  And I’m thinkin – you can have her.  She is all yours.”

“I wonder, why I feel this way? It’s not like mama beat us or abandoned us.  Not at all. She loved us, brought us up right.  But these days I just want to run for the hills.   I hate that I feel this way.  That I talk this way, like a rattler’s spittin out my mouth.”

“Sometimes when we’re going downstairs, I wonder for just a moment, what would happen, if, you know….”

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