April 20. 1:19 am
Mommy
Why do you cry?
Why are there tears?
What does that mean?
Do you have fears?
Mommy...
Don't be sad.
Did I do something wrong?
What can I do to help you?
Maybe I can sing you a song?
I have all these questions
in my 3 Year old mind
Some of the words
I simply can't find
Maybe I was bad
Maybe it was dad
Maybe I should not have asked
For another story or another chance
Maybe you don't love me
As much as you say you do
Maybe I should have ate or eaten my vegetables
Mommy why do you cry?
Maybe I can help
I promise to put away my toys
Just don't bring out that belt
Mommy I am scared
Because I don't recognize your face
I know I hear you and daddy yelling
And then I heard a crash of that blue vase
Mommy can you hear me
Please wake up
You've been sleep for awhile
After you took all them pills from that cup
Mommy it's not fair
Mommy what did you do?
Mommy why did you leave me?
Mommy I still love you.
Born and raised in the South Bronx, New York (USA) I figured some thoughts, words, and musings of me would be entertaining- particularly because I say what I mean and of course I mean what I say. Yes, I am an educated African-American woman. Yes, I am a poet. Yes, I am emotional. Yes, I am strong. Yes, I am opinionated. Yes, I am single. Yes I am an avid drinker of coffee. Yes I am in constant struggle- oh and I can not spell, so don't judge [ok maybe a bit] Don't be scared, just be willing
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