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Dat Buggah Ma Fadda (Part 6)

Published by HOMELESSINHONOLULU | Sunday, December 09, 2018 7:19 AM


100 words for December


Part 1

"So wat da buggah said?"
ma madda asked afta ma
fadda dropped me off.

"About wat?"

"About wat?" she said,
mocking me. "How about
wat he wen promise fo
pay me in child support?

About wat?

How about wat he owes
me fo trowing one brick
true ma windshield?"

She sat at the table gazing
out da window, her eyes
neva meeting mine.

I always hated wen she
brought him up.

Even yeas afta, wen I
taut she wen foget him
longtime already, she
go, out of da blue,

"Dat buggah was one
real piece of shit
I tell you."


Part 2

I neva saw ma fadda
trow da concrete brick
true da windshield of
ma madda's cah

but was obvious wen
I came home from
school dat day an wen
see da brick laying
on her dash

dea must have been
plenny angah, plenny
violence fo lodge da brick
halfway true da glass.

Ma madda could do
dat to one man, drag
her finganails true da
chalkboard of his back.

She wen leave da brick
like dat for days an wen
call all her friends
fo checkom out.

"Imagine driving around
town wit dat!" she wen
say, an everyone
wen laugh.


Part 3

Wen I was young
ma fadda wen move
us to one small town
fo make one new life.

He really moved us
so he could be wit
his new fling.

Ma madda neva knew
til was too late.

Da night she found out
she came home
smelling like cigarettes
an booze.

I could hear her
sobbing in her room.

I opened da doa
an she stay laying
naked in bed, weeping.

I wanted fo comfort
her but I felt shame
since she no mo
clothes.

All I could do was
shut da doa quietly
as she cried herself
to sleep.


Part 4

One story ma madda
could tell ova an ova
again is da one wea ma
fadda wen almost get
run ova by his mistress
in our yard.

"She was da crazy one,
driving around in her cah,
screaming at da top of
her lungs, 'I goin kill you!'

An just like one true punk
he go diving in da bushes
afta she wen accelerate,
lights blazing in his eyes.

Dat witch used to drive
by our house every
damn night!

I could see her from
our lanai, her head
sticking out da window,
driving back an fort,
back an fort."


Part 5

I came home
from school an
heard fighting
again.

Ma madda was
yelling at da top
of her lungs.

"You bastard!
You coward!
How could you
do dis to us?"

I took a seat
on our steps
an waited fo da
scrap to end.

"How could
you cheat on
yo own damn
family?"

I neva heard
any sounds
coming from
ma fadda.

"I want you out
of dis house!
I want you out
of our lives!"

One doa wen
slam an ma
madda was
sobbing.

I opened
ma bag an
found one
piece candy.

Wen taste like
strawberries
an cream.


Part 6

Da only time
I saw ma
fadda cry

was wen
he wen drive
me to da
airport

afta
graduation

an he wen
talk about
how difficult
was fo him

afta ma
madda wen
leave.

"You know
da hard part?"
he goes,

"I loved yo
madda so
damn much."

Dats wen he
wen buss out
crying.

"Wen she left,
my heart wen
break."

An knowing
wat he wen
do,

how he wen
run around
town

drinking
an cheating
on her,

all da late
nights, all
da lies,

I decided fo
save ma
breath

an spend
less time
wit him

afta dat.



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