Once again I overshare. Written April 7 2026.
The night I spent at the homeless shelter Was due to fear of being helter skelter By my aunts husband a retired marine Who pointed a shotgun as he screamed I was a guest in their habitat house It took much less for me to get out He won’t do it my aunt would say But I didn’t trust and had a babe In my arms my curly brown infant His smile charms except the demented So I left went by taking a bus No place to go no one to trust Eventually I called my father Despite his addiction he did bother A friend he knew for us to crash Live at his home sleep in his pad Hurricane Hugo hit Charlotte hard I was blessed despite it by God During the storm I breastfed Kept baby warm in quilt red Sometimes storms are to guide Despite my circumstances I would fly Graduate college not once but twice Lost my desire to sing but instead write Looking back I know God is a way maker That me and my son were blessed by Savior
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