Dear twin, I know we've seen so much, we came up crazy poor cause, ghetto ass living, was so fucked, we didn't have a freaking pot to piss in, no shoes, no clothes, no food in the kitchen, I know you probably wish it was different, mama and papa mad drunk, they never really listened, we wishing, Christmas didn't miss or dismiss us, someone kiss us, show us some love and affection, rejection, birthdays hard, OMG! Do you remember pissy Larry promised presents? Our dumb ass let em, have us believe that we would get em, but damn, he's deceiving, we waited at his door til the evening, he never showed up, what a big disappointment, he promised us a presents for our birthday enjoyment, our mama and our poppa had no kind of employment, this rainy day living's gonna kill us, back then we're filled with, anger, resentment plus the hopeless instilled in, our ever pore, fiber, we were just little children, we tried to make the best of what our parents had given, but really, they ain't give us that much...

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Not all were the days of ass times, we went thru land mines, bad crimes, mad grime, even glad times. No damn toys, we invented our own, learned origami, soon our notebook was gone, cardboard box became a fort in the closet, when they would get to screaming, we would hide there and lock it, we scouted thru our neighborhood, 
church cheese, free lunch, they were good, crackheads skeed up, dope boys re'd up, and as kids, we stayed geeked up, challenges between us, kept the brains fresh, there was  no one that could beat us, wanna know why? that was because, IQ's higher than the temperature of Venus, wait a minute, that high? Nah maybe not, let me stop, all I know, intelligence was certified genius, but that never got us anything beyond degrees plus, the world treated us colder than the ground that was beneath us

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We older now, life for us, a little less colder now, working hard, got our own lives, the drama toning down, told me you was gon' take a trip to Haiti, and maybe, visit the home, we last seen as babies, mama brought us there, that was sometime in the eighties, took us to see her childhood home, you said that you were dying to see the grounds where that child once roamed, happiness became amiss once that child got grown, alright cool, holla at me when you get back, I'll come and visit, we could shoot the shit while you unpack, you could tell me all the people, places, things like that, never thought that this would be the last time, never thought that it was over when I hung up that line, never thought my twin sister who I cherished would die, got the news of an earthquake and I frantically called, I called back til the tears made me hang up the phone, the heartache even worse then when mama had died, all the pain, all the tears that we bottled inside, gotdam you could of planned this trip, some other time...

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