... to be continued

sitting in the same spot you left me
images flashing in the back of my mind
vivid images
graphic
like the day you told me to pass it
the day you beat me
because I wasn't dark enough
to be your son
your son
your son
you know..
I was never good enough
good enough to walk these streets
knowing that everyone knew who I belonged to
belonged to
a term you used
as if I was your slave
like you reversed the process of slavery
my back aching from the whipping
you just layed upon me


to be continued.....