by Toni Bee
(for George Floyd, and Black folk who never made it home)
When ya hangry need to eat
instead emotions, dribble at speak
dry then cry eyes in heaps
sittin’ fronta Mama
Graduate, glide ‘cross the stage descend to hug’s hooray
quick grab is the caress
towards her, such gentleness
‘i made it MaMa’
Naughty or sweet Hood
Tearin’ it up – shakin’ it good
Nerd – Boogie Black or
IwishYouwould
We Stay misunderstood
– at the close or the start it’s always the Lord
Most times…Mama
When Artsy idea gets funds
you yo’ own boss, thanks homie for coffee run
bogged, frustrated ideas won’t come…
”be patient, dear one”, tends to
sigh ‘n say “oh alright Mama’
Tripped into love of my life
dew of morning, feels ignite
‘this is why they are my Light’
you sing to Mama
And when the world slipping away and there’s nothing left to say
darkness coming in and the light begins to dim
Couple folks upon your back
pocket hand – knee on neck – my breath, my breath my breath
…he mustered up the air to say
Mama
The air to say…
Naughty or sweet Hood
Tearin’ it up – shakin’’ it good
We Stay misunderstood
At the close its the Lord
or a groan …too often a whisper …a calling out
Calling out… MaMa, MaMa
Last updated December 03, 2022