• at 5 years old, I felt the sting
of a belt crack on my tender skin.
By age 9 I could recognize the
emotions of anger & hate.
Some memories fail to fade like
the one at age 4 when my mother
lay between me & a stranger
& turned her back to my face.
Some memories fail to suffice like
all the times she bought me things
& showed she cared & treated me nice.
Some memories taint perceptions
although bad intentions were never intended.
I had already been rejected.
Those memories have made me as I am. •