Even after all this time the images haunt me,
the voices call to me...
I'm crazy.
But I have more good sense than people beyond my 18 years,
my fears not often acknowledge,I try to bury them,but never laying them to rest.
Just ignore them long enough until all is too quiet and the riot of thoughts begin.
I'm five again and I watch my father murdered again.
I'm at Jeremy's funeral again,was it 2004?
I see my cousin Paulette,black&blue once more,after she took me to that movie for my 11th birthday,
I still watch the Kings of Comedy every birthday.
Sherwin,my god mom, too many faces,some I din't know,but every thought takes me back to Chicago.
People don't know the half of my attitude and self,
so quick to tell me to 'go to hell'
Well..I lived there and not even death could take me back,I'd wander a lost soul before I go back.
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