Men! What can I tell you about them?
What I know isn’t much--a fragment--
but each day I learn something else new.
They’re not all alike--
some are violent,
some simply don’t care.
Momma said, “You should never trust a man.”
My momma never knew a man like you
and I don’t think she’d ever want to.
You would surely turn her green eyes blue
but, still, I love you.
Men! There’s a mystery about each one.
Love or leave ‘em, we’ll ne’er understand . . .
they see ev’rything a diff’rent way.
There are some quite smart,
some cuddle, cherish,
some help when we’re beat.
Momma said, “You should never trust a man.”
My momma never knew a man like you
and I don’t think she’d ever want to.
You would surely turn her green eyes blue
but, still, I love you.
Men! We can’t live with or without them
but there still is no equality--
for the same job, they make more money!
Some of them are friends;
others--enemies . . .
some I e’en try to please.
Momma said, “You should never trust a man.”
My momma never knew a man like you
and I don’t think she’d ever want to.
You would surely turn her green eyes blue
but, still, I love you.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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