He came full of promises, I had been broken for a while now.
My kids were starving, and those that weren’t, didn’t look back.
He fought hard for me
and tried to take care of those that lived inside of me
but they never considered him their father,
so they left,
they hit the seas,
they left their homes,
they left me.
they didn’t come back and visit
they’re upset i let him in the door.
As time passed I realized his promises were hard to keep.
the bricks that made up our house have now deteriorated
he hasn’t mowed the lawn in 60 years
my children can’t find where i live anymore
hes gone now.
but the lawn keeps growing
no one has changed the water in the flower vase
the garbage has piled up
I wonder if they’ll come back.
I think they’re still mad at me,
I hope they know its not my fault,
Do you think they’ll come back, and make me home again?
Con mucho amor, mother Cuba.
Real Talk'em Betty 