mamma

my mamma told me to come back,

to leave the city,

but you asked so sweetly with the twins under my heart I said yes.

 

You said If I give you a girl to name her after you.

You said I shouldn’t leave.

 

So I stayed and raised them,

blond angels, patrons of a broken home.

 

You left one night and came back in cuffs,

we were on our fourth child.

The uniform caused so much trouble and the kids can’t sleep.

 

I left the city,

and looked into my mamma’s eyes,

her daddy long gone and so was mine

 


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