![]() covered in red southern sistaA Poem by Shirlena![]() dedicated to mama, my sister's and Yolanda Cornelia, one of my favorite poets...sorry my brutha's but you got to get your own.![]()
decent child for a long pause wasn’t just giving flowers away like coupons
like two fors…bye bye boy
even though when we were kids they chased us like they would die if they failed trust…they limped away tailed tucked between groin shaking their fist cause curses…they had nothing…none lip stuck out lacking what they had come for
bye boy
you wusn’t just playing with some kid messin with a new concoction my mama did she wasn’t makin no maybe’s she raised a number one-zy ultimate babies seven girls…learning to make necklaces from them pearls …and then there was six (rip lovely)
and I barely strayed without trying to commence to perfection made mistakes but after eating mama’s prime steak with morals baked within the center bone of maturity only when I had simmered did I go serving but not without consequence see mama was right... as she guided me along so recently I became my mama and today raised a glass filled with my own recipe
gladly gave my mama a batch
well…bye boy sorry bruthas... I do love you
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1 Review Added on April 25, 2014 Last Updated on April 30, 2014 Tags: memories, happenings, childhood, growth, example Author![]() ShirlenaAboutI be lovin poetry and it be chosen to read Wanna get something across. I'll review you only...if you review me the soulest sistah is the soulest I mean... she gather's the best from grand lo.. more..Writing
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