He Rises Over Me, A Second Sun,

Life Isn't Nearly As Stable As We Want It To Be.

My Mother Moves So Fast I Do Not Even See It Coming. But She Slaps My Face Hard Enough To Make My Head Snap Backward. She Leaves A Print That Stains Me Long After It’s Faded. Just So You Know: Shame Is Five-fingered.

People Believed What They Wanted To Believe, No Matter What Was Right In Front Of Their Eyes.

My Whole Life Was About Her, What If Her Whole Life Wasn’t All About Me?

Like A Missing Tooth, Sometimes An Absence Is More Noticeable Than A Presence.