THE B-WORD

Mama's baby, daddy's maybe...

But over my dead body

Will he hear it

In the tone, with the weight,

That you put it to me.

Fuck that shit.

My self-righteousness is -

No! - neither the first one

Nor the last one out.

I shout, I cry, I holler -

I synonymize my

Still being alive

With my having been 

Some semblance 

Of right

By them...