Sometimes love comes at a price,
sitting at the dinner table
morning coffee, beeswax jelly beans, and a newspaper
four legs giveaways, the years unattended in empty parking lots
unsupervised, unapprehended
many loves can’t afford to pay
everybody watching/nobody sees
brother smoking cigarettes in my room
brother blowing smoke in my face
both hands around my neck/ he squeezing the life out
but who I got to tell/ if everybody in the family
one big bully and me
“don’t wear your emotions on your sleeves,
stop crying over spilled milk but this ain’t milk “
more like pure unadulterated hatred,
nicknamed me burnt, Witch/ I don’t answer
I can take a few blows to the head/
macaroni’s getting cold/ I don’t want food or family
some futile leftover discussion/ how I should take the devil
in because he don’t have any place to go
After all, mama, if you invite the devil in, it will never leave
so this ain’t no invitation
only tough love, the well being of my safety/
and a humbled slice of peace of mind~kindness sis. Krissy
Krissy Mosley Ministries 
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