Dear Mama

There're many times I saw you physically hurt
Vowed to change that while I was on this Earth
But you've channeled that hurt by attacking me
Writing & saying things that I still can't believe

I now see many things in a much different light
Pain intentionally inflicted improved my sight
Enlightening me about my best course of action
That the way to add peace is by way of subtraction

A fraction of me misses you, as crazy as that sounds
But one things for sure is that I'll never turn around
Don't wanna touch the same ground along my path
Mental health is more valuable; I've done the math