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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