Think about it.
Blogging free. She’s not even stopping me.
I imagine Mamas got a right to be shocked.
If Mama gave me wings then what am I?
A free bird.
Who. From time to time, flies to her yard.
Lately? Mamas been acting strange?
And I felt like she needed reminding that I am not some dream girl. I’m a real person.
With needs of my own. She called her own shots. Not mine.
This bird has been chirping quite clearly once you realize the contexts.
I’m Mamas dove. Sign. Her storms over. But she can’t keep me bound to her ideas and could just let me be me. I’m not like the girls in this thing.
I’m your free bird daughter. No shame in that. You chose it. And I love you.
Sue my manufacture if you’ve got a problem with me loving my own Mama so much? Lazy bastards? This girl knows the price she’s paid for me.