My truth is pain and love and joy and pain and sorrow and longing and trying to be happy without Mama. And I’ve wondered so many times. Why? Folks think it’s so fun and fancy to take me Away from my own Mommy?
Oh people. What hell are you thinking. I’d love to let you ride inside me and let you feel the swirling and churning of yearnings unsatisfied by a life cut off from Mama.
Love equals pain all swirled together. I’d love to change it. But there’s one variable missing, Mama.
if that makes me crazy? Well the world did it. Cuz I wasn’t gonna let go of my Mama and shake on all of you for thinking I could? Or would?
I’ve thought often and hard. How crazy you all are. Cuz for me it’s always been clear. Inside me safely, my Mama is loved in here and you can’t take that. And shame on all of you for wishing I’d just shut up about Mama already?
Oh people. The fervent prayer of a righteous woman availeth much. By the time I’m through? And my friends? You’ll all be crazy like we if we keep taking Mamas from Baby and baby from Mamas and don’t fix how we be thinking?
It’s so sick. To watch a world in psychosis. Still acting like days of Moses.