My life, traveling through Asia, and then spening time in coal town West Virginia, I had two lives, one of wealth (my mother working for the united nations) and my grandmomma who lived in extreme poverty. I write about my ex baby daddy, one strucken down with such a force and cruelty with paranoid schoxphrenia, and I write about myself. We can become whining beast of our upbringings, or let it teach us how to not repeat histories mistakes. And of course my grandmomma who ripped every branch off a whole hicory tree to whup butts that showed disrespect. By the time I was grown that once full more...
