I confess to three babies dying under my care. One child I watched a friend woo woo and de de pushed the kid Andre mild in front of a moving car. It happened in high school. The second time the child in front of the church was escorted by Rhonda into fast traffic and died. It happened in junior high school. Another I was told to watch when someone Tracy killed a baby while I was in junior high. I was sent to a psychiatrist. I’m saddened it happened. I’m sad for their families loss.
I’m guilty of telling lies and delusional lies about my past. I hurt those closest to me unintentionally because I lost my memory about everything and everyone.
I confess that I’m guilty of pulling pranks on my brother who I loved a lot. I looked up to Tony and never wanted to hurt. Tony cared for me and I’m thankful he was there to help me always.
I face restitution for all my sins through others hate and revenge. I may lose my life. My poetry lives on.
