I just wrote what I think is last of the Aristocrat vs Slum Rat Chronicles.
A series of poems talking about living with my father for the last five or so years.
The tell-tale sign of those letter poems were that they all started with Dear Aristocrat and were all signed Forever yours, the Slum Rat.
Except this last one.
"Forever free
(No longer yours)"
I feel so very light right now. Bring forth whatever comes.