A healer named Mama

Breaking bad

being bold

butchered bones, mama knows

oh she knows, for she no longer weeps

gone are her dampened pillows,

gone are her wrinkled sheets

pamplets of

proverbs and hymns to cherish the stranded feelings, 

read them to me, mama 

for it is time for healing

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
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