I feel a shadow following me.
It's like nothing else.
People tell me leave Louisiana like the soil is poisoned.
Musicians are grown here.
Rich people's solutions to poor people's problems.
I'm honestly afraid for whether or not I'll have a place to stay.
I've been on my own for years, but this is different.
Like when my grandmother found out she had to raise me.
My aunt gone, my mother gone.
And me, a baby left behind.
A third daughter to raise.
The constant terror she must have felt living on a fixed income.
Still cleaning houses for people who found nothing amusing about me coming with her.