Affidavit

He’ll have you know
That after ten hours spent in court
You’ll grow up knowing who you owe
He treats you right
And loved you more than his own wife
Still, behind the Cutlass you kissed him goodbye
He returned that night
And still you don’t feel love
«Your records won’t reveal
What I went through to protect you
To keep you in my arms
Safe from the harm we knew we caused you.»
Habits stick, raised on divorce politics
Broken-home-grown isolation
Who do you love?
Who do you trust?
Why do we still have to ask?
Your mother’d die for you
And still you don’t feel love?
DCF don’t know…
Years that will define the way
You’ll feel things down the line
Just remember what it taught you
And still you don’t feel love?