my mamma told me to come back,
to leave the city,
but you asked so sweetly with the twins under my heart I said yes.
You said If I give you a girl to name her after you.
You said I shouldn’t leave.
So I stayed and raised them,
blond angels, patrons of a broken home.
You left one night and came back in cuffs,
we were on our fourth child.
The uniform caused so much trouble and the kids can’t sleep.
I left the city,
and looked into my mamma’s eyes,
her daddy long gone and so was mine