In this life, there are stars and there are stunt doubles.
Before I became one of those fathers obsessed with memorizing his lines, making peace with the Big Director in the sky who doesn’t like ad libs, before all that, I was the star of my own...
Mama birthed me, Papa sold me in the land of weeping willows Traces of sin trail miles across skin, I go by Never Forget My body’s evidence of daddy’s pestilence spread across the land
His sin traces my skin, a path never forgotten Nameless,...