To Mommy: where is daddy? To Daddy: why aren't you with Mommy? To vision: where are you daddy? The kids say you're in jail. sometimes mommy says you're not...well... I can't say those words. To Mommy: Do you think I'm pretty? why don't you tell me? To Daddy: Why don't you hug me? What is that funny smell from that weird shaped cigarette? Why are MY eyes red? To Mommy: Why is that the Johnson kids have new clothes and I have to wear Julius'? To Daddy: Why can't I have a playstation2? TO Mommy: Why haven't you taught me how to spell my name? Why do you let me watch BET videos all the time? To Daddy: Would you be mad if I dressed like those ladies? To Mommy: Where is daddy? Why don't he call? To vision: Where are you daddy? I'm tired of crying and praying for you to come? are you really in jail? To Mommy: Is there really a GOD? If so why don't he give you a job? To Daddy: Why do carry a gun? What's that funny looking white thing in that itty-bitty vile? Why do these funny looking people keep knocking at the back door? To Mommy: Why are your nails pretty and you hair pretty and my stomach empty? and little man's diaper dirty? To Daddy: Why are those black people on television always smiling, they got big ole teeth. They always bein' funny, where are the doctors and lawyers. My teacher said I could be anything I want to be. To Mommy: What are you? To Daddy: What are you? To Daddy: Why are those white men knocking at the door? They have pretty shiny things on their chest. They have a gun too...can I have one? TO Mommy: Where are those white men with the shiny things on their chest taking daddy? Child crying: daddy, daddy, daddy, where they takin' you? you said we would go to the park tommorow? To Mommy: Can you raise a boy to be a man? I want to be a man. To Mommy: Why do I have to cook, clean clothes, and watch lil' man? you didn't make daddy do it. To Mommy: I want to be a man. To Mommy: Why aren't you answering me. Why aren't you answering me? (time passes) the judge: you are hereby sentenced to life in prison. To Mommy: Why are you crying now Mom? Go get my sister off the corner save one of us...please...and tell her to put on some real clothes. To Daddy: I'll see you where doves don't fly. (crying) (c) 2001 blakverb off da top thinkin'