Tell Me Momma

Tell me Momma, 

Everything is gonna be fine. 

Tell me Momma,

That'll you be fine too. 

Wait,

Don't tell me. 

I want truth,

Not lies. 

Tell me Momma,

How you truly feel. 

Tell me Momma,

No more lies. 

Wait,

Forget it. 

I want lies. 

No truth. 

Tell me Momma, 

How many times you're gonna cry at night. 

Tell me Momma,

How many times you said he's coming back. 

One. 

Two. 

Three. 

Four. 

Five. 

Six. 

Seven. 

Eight. 

Nine. 

Ten. 

Too many numbers, 

Yet so little fingers. 

Tell me Momma,

Why are you so sad?

Tell me Momma,

Who hurt you so bad?

Tell me Momma,

Why the world is so cruel to us?

Tell me Momma,

Why must people stare down at us?

Tell me Momma,

Why isn't it fair?

Tell me Momma,

Why—

Never mind Momma,

I figured it out. 

It's the color I wear,

Isn't not?

It's the first thing people see. 

The color of who you are. 

And right there,

They judge you. 

Tell me Momma,

Everything is gonna be fine. 

Tell me Momma, 

That'll you be fine too.