When daddy died,
mommy then became a prostitute.
I was eleven then,
at school they made fun of me.
Little freddy who was my best friend;
one day called me names too.
He talked of me like I was some kind of disease.
I got very mad, ever since, I walked home alone.
I got home, dinner was already cooked.
I did not eat, I was too pissed off
and never did I question mother, though I knew,
everything she did were all because of me.
After daddy died, we got evicted,
our neighbor, she was our friend
but when things went wrong, she started acting strange.
I still remember her name.
Her name was Rose,
she was so red, we called her red rose.
I remember that day,
the day that changed me into a man
Late night, it was raining,
we had no where to go.
We rang mrs. Rose's bell,
the light turned on, no one came out.
Mommy took my hand and we walked to the nearest bridge,
there we spent the night.
All night long she kept on apologizing,
"Mommy, don't worry, it's okay".
Morning came, we had no food to eat
She asked a man for some money
and then he said, "I'll help you if you help me".
Mommy cried and accepted.
The man was wealthy, he paid mommy well.
As I recalled, two thousand of dollars.
Mommy smiled, "tonight baby, we're going to a motel".
There we went and spent the night.
Mommy's dead too, she no longer lives,
she killed herself and left me behind.
When she found out that the man was HIV positive,
she committed suicide.
She left me a note behind,
"baby, I will always love you".
Everyday, I walk to her grave.
See what I got for you today,
I smile and drop rose petals.
My simple way of saying I love her too.
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