I Stand Puzzled

Jail was the land of my sojourn for a decade Now out of it all building my life anew I meet you dear woman, woman of the green breeze Your mom is so illogical, thoughtless and heartless. She pours a bucketful of human excrement on my face, and expects to hold the child of my blood in her arms calling him her grandson I am left grappling with tremors of prejudice.