Young girls’ thoughts and favorite dreams
Got fairies, princesses, knights and rings
Few do tarry far in the weeds
Delighting in the more “dreadful” things
That gets missed because the hair ain’t flaxen
Nor do their faces glow like lanterns.
With them there is no dancing with fireflies
Just hard earned truths
And a widened eye.
Never thought the day would come to be
That I’d have one of them “its” in front of me
Wild eyed, long haired
Breast flatter than flat,
As a young girl, who dreams of that?
Said call it Mami whenever I felt the need
To be changed, rearranged, loved or played with.
Mossy head Mami treated me real good
Better than any human momma ever could.
Baptized my head in the mysteries deep
Lulled me tight on the nights
I couldn’t go to sleep
Kept me company in my dreams
And on Earth, that ole soggy woman liberated me.
Removed the sticky from my brain
Opened my eyes to ways of men
Though she looked feeble and poor
Inside her heart was wealth galore.
She showed me diamonds and lots of gold
(The kind that ain’t sold in stores)
For me to delight in and dress myself
Ole Swamp Mami gave through kindness and care
As it was, No one would dare believe
How much the Swamp Mami gifted to me.
Till I came out backwards, wailing and speaking out loud
“Where'd she get that spirit?” they asked,
“Who is this child?”
And the Swamp Mami laughed
From a place they couldn’t see
“That there My Daughter, she taken after Me.”