What don't i remember? Kinda hard to forget the day you realized your mother might just be crazy. There were other instances to follow .You know, just in case the crazy wasn't evident enough and i needed a little more convincing. Apparently someone upstairs didnt hear me cry uncle for the 5th time in as many damn years.
Where was I?
I stood there, mouth hanging open as if my jaw had become unhinged, eyes staring out the kitchen window, hoping my mind was somehow playing tricks on me. "No this bitch didn't."(i only thought those words of course. I valued my life.Maybe value's too strong a word there but i wasnt ready to meet my maker just yet. That'd be some fucked up shit)
I keep going off in tangents
Staring in utter disbelief as my mother nonchalantly chucked armfuls of my shit out the damn kitchen window.
"Mommy, what are you doing?!?!!!"
"It's okay Diana"
Thats when i saw her reach for my bag.
The same bag that had held all my textbooks, my senior pictures and my senior dues
yes that bag
"Mommy, you can't throw that out. My school books are in there."
"Okay.I wont" she says, as she removes my textbooks from the bag
and then... proceeds to throw every single one out our kitchen window like she had bookmarked the pages with her damn senses and shit
Music: vernacular of the soul
Monday, August 30, 2010