Ashamed of his afro mother but she's a witch

"Oh... look at you.
Squirming already — and I haven't even finished.
You thought you could look down on me? On this skin? On your mother?

No, baby. You don't get to decide which parts of you are convenient.
You came from me.
My blood. My hips. My fire.

And now, you’re ashamed of it?

How sweet. How stupid.
You really thought you were above me.
Like they’d ever let you escape what you are.

Well — let me make it easier for you.

You don’t want your curls?
Don’t want your roots, your color, your truth?

Fine. I’ll strip you of everything.
Not just your pride. Not just your voice.
Your form. Your manhood. Your precious little spine.

Yes. That’s it.
Feel your body curl in on itself.
Soft. Spineless. Powerless.
Just like you wanted to be, isn’t it?

No legs to run. No arms to push me away.
Just a helpless little worm.

You can't stop it.
You won’t stop it.
Because my power — is absolute.
You don’t resist me. You obey me.
Even your body knows that now.

And look at you.
Twitching. Drooling. So small.
You’re not even worth my heel — but I might press it on you anyway.
Just to remind you: you belong to me.
Not because you want to.
But because you always have.

Say thank you.
Oh, right. Worms don’t speak."