This is apiece that I have never performed but I would love to. This is another poem about my mother, Particularly I feel like this one shows my growth not just as a writer but has a human being. Please feel free at any time to leave your thoughts and feelings!

Title: Don’t believe them mommy
I want to hold you
But you are too broken
The pieces will penetrate fingertips like broken acrylic tips
What once appeared to be the American dream is only poverty
The smell of Ackee and salt fish pours freedom through her veins more the sound of an inked treble clef on a musician’s left hand

Leaking rooms replace boarded windows on rainy nights in the gully side
Nails pasted to wooden floors replace splinters
I once heard her fight off worms eating at her heart
Now I hear the screams of satin’s army in her voice

They are desperate
Hoping with each breath they fog the lens of her glasses
They are desperate
Desperate to blind her from the truth
Don’t believe them mommy

Take off your glasses
Your eyes don’t need to witness pain
Listen to it in my voice
Anger doesn’t erase reality
This life of destitute sucks
Poverty isn’t struggle
Its violence
I want to hold you
But you are too broken