Today I wanted to just really hit on something dealing with pain.

I asked my mom one day.

I said, mom, I said,

would you buy me a deck of cards?

She says, Junior, I don't gamble in my house.

Ain't no cars coming in my house?

I said, mom, I don't need them for gambling. I don't love for gambling. I just need a deck of cards, ma'am.

My mom, for years from the time I was four five six seven eight nine10. I never saw a woman take so much physical abuse than the way I've seen my mother be every freaking day of my life.

But I can't help her because I'm not strong enough.

I don't have the muscle to get these men off my mother.

My mother's a very high yellow woman and every time they hit her, she would bleed from her eyes.

She would walk around for days with sunglasses on in the house.

I said, Ma, I need a deck of cards.

Last altercation we got in.

My stepfather hit my mama so hard in the face. My stepf

my mama so hard in the face I called her and I looked at him with this rage

and this pain in my eyes. Like one day, one day.

And I took this death card.

I couldn't live in the house,

I had to live in the garage.

And after this last altercation we had with this guy,

I ran to my garage and I grabbed this deck of cards,

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