As my Brother wash the dishes 

i wonder if my mother should be sleeping.

My Father told me to cut the grass.

i never seen me cut it before.

My Friend Tony said that he does not believe in my family.

i should never look up to my mother.

Look down look down. submissive.

He made me his friend.

I used to hear the screams of my female ancestors.

they rose and their Husbands stayed still.

They said the energy they saved was for me.

i guess i should take it.

tony does not come here anymore.

I let the grass grow high before I approach it.

My Mother prowls like a lion. 

Dominance. father. Family