I still, and I will never stop.
Days the cinder blocks earnestly pull me back,
I will drop to my knees.
But I will not stop.
My dearest son,
I will crawl, digging my fingernails, into the earth.
I will be exhausted
I may bleed
I may cry
But my tears aren’t from my agony
Broken skin
For my dearest son,
I am already in pain,
I don’t cry to quit,
I don’t cry because I’m in pain,
I cry to keep going,
Till there’s no breath left in my lungs,
I will die with dirt beneath my fingernails
And as Jackson says.
It’s done. .