My life was over in 1989 when my mom wouldn't buy those fine peach and white Paula Abdul Dance Reeboks. My daddy bought em for my birthday with ten shares of stock. Things were always like that for me one said no the other would say three a hundred and twelve coloring books but no one there to take a look. Jumping jacks and handstands backwards flips off caravans, anything to get their attention Oh, and in '94 how could I forget to mention dunking that ball at all of 5 foot 7 and how I came running through the door moonwalking crazy across the floor the only one who cared was my big bro and only so he could crow (then over dinner he claimed it wasn't regulation I was so upset I beat his *** using stangulation!) The two of them barely looked up, for them this ruckus wasn't enough. In '95 I went to school, but it was expected, i wasn't a fool. Scholarship, job and playing ball never spending tuition money at the mall I worked two jobs to put myself through unlike the rest of my suburban crew I wanted to prove I could do it alone rarely did I ever call them on the phone. The year '99 came and went on the court is where i spent most my days and my nights. Graduation was a sight my parents never did come to see too busy with meetings apparently. Always strong and moving on at 23 bought a house with a lawn. Three years later still no parental visit They've been to Africa, but not Albany, sh*t Letting them know I'm having their first grandchild they tell me how I was always wild. And out-of-wedlock, was I going to marry? Daddy no, but in terms of this burden i carry . . . Mother, let me finish please, This child will not know what it is to need Support and love, laughter and tears or simple encouragement throughout the years. My father looked at her and then over at me placed his hand on my shoulder and told my mother he had no time for bullsh*t, if that's it, let's leave.