missin ingredient

Momma doesn’t love me

She don’t love me like Krissa’s momma loves her

She don’t know I know that

My momma

Krissa’s momma’s poppa is home

He has a pipe and wears a real big sweater

I smell it sometimes

I asked momma what poppa smelled like last night

She left

Gramma came over cuz she left

She didn’t really leave but she went upstairs

For a real long time

She was sick

I hope I don’t get sick

I asked Gramma why

Why momma don’t kiss me as much and why my poppa doesn’t have a pipe or a big sweater or ever comes home

She said she shouldnt be telling me this

Any of this

But she don’t even know who he is

Who poppa is

They never found him

The police

That night

My momma wish she had just taken a cab

She won’t go back to that part of town no more

I was made without love