Independent Love
And she
neglects me, reflects what I shall see
in the future
And she
she splashes the puddle
so I can decide what I’ll be
If only,
not only
to hurt me.
And my feet
raw, bubbling
troubling,
to slide through the slush
are uncovering
my independence.
Cause I’m meddling
in what she
has not done.
But what GOOD
should she be to me?
Yeah she pushed
and shoved
With no glove, she gave love
to my father
Out the womb
she released me.
I fell from grace
And she said
“Get up with little help”
So I tread
through the mud and the sludge
And the tears that fell
to my boots,
they cleaned them.
My god, irony.
I did not know
what she gave me
A spine
to slouch
or keep straight
whichever way it went
she knew it was my place to choose
My mama gave me the biggest shove into the world
When I looked back, she said
“It’s yours.”