…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