As I lay here in my jail cell
I wonder, “Is there a heaven and hell?”
For my friends have said there’s not.
So where’s my mommy?
Where’s her box?
What’s that smell?
It smells like my sister’s putrid locks.
I can’t take it anymore, it’s probably deadly
Where’s the cradle where mommy would leave me?
Please daddy no
Please don’t beat me
For I’ve been a good child
See, I’m clean
No daddy, please, don’t hurt my spleen
Ranting and raging my daddy would do
For all to see his child, battered and bruised.
I wish my daddy would go away
So I can live my life better each day.
But there’s no way for that to happen
For look, my daddy’s dropped dead
See the knife on the floor
Oh my God,
My daddy’s no more.
For look, at the pieces of him,
On the floor.
- 12.1.00 *Spike* J. Davenport