Words for Momma on birthday

Words for she
who commanded me
to never bend
my head
to the insolence
of those
who intended
to plant seeds
of caricatures
to derail paths…
convincing me
that I was less
but…
Momma said –
we don’t bend
our knee
to no man
on Earth,
get up,
so remembered
I remembered that
and thusly
I speak
honor to you
in my role
as a poet
on your birthday
no me without you
indubitably it is
true.
Shonuff
gon’
and tell it.

The above prose superimposed over melodic frequencies… so that my Momma can groove to it, by way of the Pa and Son Adventures.

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Published by Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way. View all posts by Shun P. Writes