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?
(Soft, slow music begins to play. Its Bill Withers, “Ain’t No Sunshine’’)
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.”
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.
My mama’s cries are louder.
(A girl lies in the soft glow of the moonlight. Billie Holliday serenading her.)