I know Momma is dehydrated
Living like she’s in a constant game
It’s never a timeout
Momma’s days
Are
Consistently rain
The umbrellas are worn out
Always dodging puddles cause she can’t afford to
Always “robbing Peter to pay Paul” cause that’s what she’s gotta do
Momma always prepared for the weather even when she didn’t plan to
That’s why you always see Momma pack up her rain boots
I know Momma’s tired of bearing the weather
Sure it was plenty of times when Momma questioned
Whether
She could do it or not
Stressed to get coins
to put food in pots
Still working to maintain
Looking for a sanctuary all in God’s name
I don’t put any blame on Momma
She’s still working through the hurt
planted deep in the dirt
some days feeling
she doesn’t know her worth
But
your work isn’t unnoticed
Momma I remember
even when you
had to go without it in the coldest
of Winters
Seems like life pierces Momma like a splinter
and
Momma doesn’t vent her hurt
She doesn’t ever release the pain
But
How can you expect the Sun to shine if it doesn’t ever rain?
I know it must take a lot for you to never release
Even for you to lose a dear aunt and to be her favorite niece
I know you’re in pieces
But you’ve become the savior
something like the family Jesus
To fill it takes big shoes
And
I know that’s something you see
as a big issue
Discussed your thoughts about going back to school
But quickly dismissed it like you don’t think that it’s cool
to have a degree
I know that it can’t be true because you cried when it happened to me
Momma
Always encouraging me to live life happily
It’s sad to see Momma live a life that’s spent so unhappily
Momma stretched to her last days
Wondering which bills she can afford to pay
Wondering which pills she needs today
I know Momma wanna go missing like she M I A
But where does that leave the children?
Who society views as nothing but villains
Who Momma expands her lungs to reach to through the ceilings
Momma must be some kind of superhero
The way she saves and gives love to the kids of negro
I won’t ever understand it
How Momma keeps pushing even though she’s life’s bandit
How Momma keeps living when I know she can’t plan it
I know Momma is dehydrated
Living like she’s in a constant game
It’s never a timeout
Mommas days
are
consistently rain
(2017)
The AwkweirdSole. 