Mama, I’m so sorry.
I needed help letting go of my pain.
I couldn’t control my fire
so I burned papa to a BBQ.
Mama, please forgive me.
Don’t worry,
the law will protect you from me.
I love you, but that man
was nurturing insanity.
The child inside me hurts,
the beating inside me slows,
my heart stops.
My face is numb.
Mama, I’m so sorry.
I needed help to kill my suffering.
My words were no match for papa’s.
I figured actions speak louder.
Mama, please forgive me.
Don’t worry,
the law will protect you from me.
It’s over now, and I’ll always love you
Even if you’re mad at me
for making your house a BBQ.