Mama
My mom is still alive. She is in a mental institution in
Riverside.
One time she was arrested, they took her to this place in
Norwalk. ͳey were healing her. Whatever medicines they
was giving her, whatever they was doing, it was like she was
normal.
I would go see her, and she was my mama. She didn’t say
anything mean or try to hit me. She hugged me. She held
me. We talked. I felt like I was six, seven years old again.
Before the accident.
She asked me to get her out of there, so I did. ͳen she
stopped taking that medication, and she went right back to
beating my ass and being my crazy mom again.
She never hit any of my brothers and sisters or anything.
She might cuss at them, but she didn’t hurt them. I asked
her about that just recently.
Tiffany: “Mom, why you always try to mght me, but
you don’t ever try to fight my siblings?”Mama: “You look just like me, and I don’t like that.”Tiffany: “So, you’re beating yourself up?”Mama: “I guess so. I don’t like that you look like me,
though. And you look like your ugly-ass daddy.”