Fists clenched so tight that my hands turned white. ‘Cause bitch I trustedyou and you lied. Don’t want to be like my father, but my eyes are flinching and my stomach gets lighter. Don’t call me Junior. Don’t want to be a son sometimes. Keep my hands to myself. Just wonder how I felt this way. Love. Hate. Fear of anger. Violence from dangerous stupidity. That’s why I’m not part of the family.