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Alright…so basically, things are a mess.
I wonder how it all happen?
When did things begin to implode? When did it all start to fall down?

Rewind:
(Soft, slow music begins to play. Its Bill Withers, “Ain’t No Sunshine’’)
Play:
I can see the dim light of the evening sky outline my mama’s bold and beautiful face through the screen door. It is clear she has been sobbing.
I hear her voice pleading, begging. “Please. Don’t go.”
Just.
Desperation melts into anger.
“Go then! Aight, just leave!”

A car engine barks, sputters, and roars to life.
Speeds off down the road,
Making a big fuss as it goes.
Still,
My mama’s cries are louder.

STOP!
Fast Forward….
Play.
(A girl lies in the soft glow of the moonlight. Billie Holliday serenading her.)