Autumns leaves litter the grass
Bare trees offer their switches
My lips perfect for backhands
Hunger introduces my stomach and spine
Grandma’s house belongs to us all
Stained church glass a witness
Virginity snatched like the offering
Church clothes remained my dress clothes
Monopoly money buys food not clothes
Neck-bones beans rice chitterlings
Corn meal pancakes with no syrup
The neighbors seem to have some
We love Christmas and never had one
Eight years old with a phone bill
Utilities in my brother’s name
Cannabis and rum numbs the pain
Loan me $50 till … late last year
Need a new lens on my paradigm
You can learn a lot in a prison cell
… in a prison cell
Family Values
