the hearing was today, the magistrate was a very beautiful woman, a big black woman, full of caring and wisdom. she brought my dad to tears.



she looked at me and said, "honey, your parents care for you. you have a future, you have a good life. you're exceptional. there's nothing you can't have."



i looked her in the eye, and said nothing, but the whole time, i wanted to say in my growly cigarette soaked voice "you forget about hope..."