I wake up
3 AM the sweat pourin
Familiar
The state of mi familia
Run my fingers through my natually moistened and curling pelo
Peeling it off the side of my face
Mis hermanas
Bribed into staying con amigas
Guarding them from the embarrasment
Suddenly brought back to trece
Maybe catorce
Blushing
Asking my boyfriends madre if I can stay
Hace frio
And we dont have no heater
And we dont have the dolares for the candles
For the lights either
Lying next to mi novio
Thinking of mi madre
Worried about how scared, alone and how cold she must be
But we made it through la noche
Tengo veintidos años ahora
And this is happening again?
Some debts never get paid

Like her taking my family
And leaving me with a friend
I was only seventeen
And no money was sent
And before that
Moving in with mi tia
Because el esposo who beat her convinced her it was best
The fact that I had to raise her
Instead of her raising me
Being la hija y the friend
No sense of family

Bitternes and resentment flow through these memories and feed me
not food but poison..so I gotta tell em
Here's your disconnect notice