Buss yourself wide open for the experience of love;

Love no one ever gave you

Cuz momma wuz too busy makin ends meet

And daddy was too busy doin’ other women.

And a couple of nights later you’ll take that test and see that plus sign.

Then it begins.

You have an accident.

You’ll scream and shout while shedding violence into the world.

But whose fault is it?

Yours.

You’ll try to tell him, but he won’t give a lickety-split.

And now you’re stuck with an accident.

You’ll have that baby nine months later and give her the name that popped into your head.

And when you show her to family you’ll pretend she is the sun to your darkness,

But behind closed doors you’ll hit her, you’ll lift your head to the moon and howl like a beast!

Curse God for giving you an accident!

You’ll ignore that her hair is black, her eyes are brown, her smile is bright.

You’ll ignore that she is depressed and down.

You’ll ignore that she ain’t got a daddy.

You’ll leave her alone when she needs you the most.

Now the boys of the block, creep out with their ferocious appetites, salivating on her simple existence.

And she will grow up hating the green tree world, heavy with babies and sadness.

There will be no redemption, unless you count suicide.

But everybody knows suicide ain’t the answer to the problem of life.

It is a blunder of failure.

So, no. that ain’t an option.

But I have no future.

I can’t see the gold, silver, and purple horizon that shimmers and shines so brightly!

I can’t get there because you chopped off my legs and let the blood stain my baby blankets.

You told me I was a disgrace to life.

You made feel like I was less of a person.

You burned me with a lighter I picked up one day.

You slapped me when I cried all night.

You beat my mind into hatred, red lava seeping out,

A river of unforgivable pain; preying on the ones who love me the most.

And I; your accident goes through life searching for the touch of mother and father.

An unspoken breath of ribbon blowing across my face.

Searching for a place where the sky is blue and the ground is soft.

But I will never get there.

Why?

Because I am an accident.

And now I have an accident.

And it’s your fault.