…good good girl

…today i survived wars-

battlefields of thoughts-

& minefields of meltdowns-

faced autoimmune hurricanes,

volcanic joints & muscles;

while contemplating if I could face it all again tomorrow-

but last nights fears,

cried the same to the previous moon;

yet day became day,

and the broken woman became the masked mother-

and she smiled

and she smiled

and she smiled

hoo’fckn’rah-

hoo’fckn’rah to all!

now nighty nite to them youngins-

so late night can find her-

with curves and thighs laid out-

& sweet melatonin for days-

in a house that still stands-

cause she handled that shit-

she been a good good girl-

all a sistah need now,

is a masculine ass brotha

-to show her- 💯

kb

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