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.”