The Grace Of God The sun, Hidden behind the blanket of the suttle, dark…
Mama
Mama
by Kyla Moore
(Los Angeles, CA)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVqAEed7S_4
I don’t live with mama.
She lives her dangerous life.
She says it’s fun
up and down Pico and in my home city Bell Gardens.
I say it’s trouble and strife.
She likes the streets
and being on the run.
I sit and let my teardrops fall
while she’s with her tenth new boyfriend having a ball.
No wonder people say she was a wild child.
She is my struggle, my twin
not me, she is not I
even so, I try to stay sweet, calm, and mild,
when I am one of the three children who sit and cry,
while she’s somewhere out there sipping, and taking a hit.
Mother, we need ya.
You’re not here.
One day you’ll be gone, and that’s our only fear.
No way am I livin’ with mama,
she’s livin’ her fun life.
Nope, it ain’t fun at all,
it’s all trouble and strife.