motherhood
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Her Bended Knee
Once a mother always is they bend their knees to raise our kids they laugh for our broken as if never have cried, for our burden they soothe as if our souls had died they coddle our demons on the top of their heads —colored gray with grief fake smiles and gritted teeth a generation… Continue reading
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Mother to Son | Langston Hughes
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where there… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – To My Momma
“Who thinks her money talks louder than her womanhood” ….whew, this line! To my momma, Who has swallowed the amerikan dream And chocked on it To my momma, Whose dreams have fought each other— And died. Who sees, But cannot bear to see. A volcano eating its own lava. To my momma, who couldn’t turn… Continue reading
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Strive
“I can hardly walk in heels, but mama taught us to reach for the sky tho they said we couldn’t afford it.” Continue reading
