To My Mama, She's My Real Black Superman
To My Mama, She’s My Real Black Superman
By Jasmine A. Tate
At 19 with 2 kids, Mama is stuck for a loop
Her girlfriend calls to give her the scoop
About my Dad’s fake truths
And how he was out in the world trying to play
So she swallowed her pride and kept us away
Back with my grandma she moved with haste
But necessary if it was positive moves she was gonna make
She was a walking failure, it’s how they saw her
But she carried that “S” on her chest and decided to drive on
It was a hell of a drive, but she powered her way through undergrad in an on-time pace
A sigh of relief came over her face
However, she knew that wasn’t the end of the race
She applied to law school and waited for admissions to say when she could attend
Law school gave her a little trouble, yes she stayed on the bubble, but she knew that degree was acquirable
While she lugged us to class and stayed up long days and nights, her determination was unwavering
She wasn’t taking the low paychecks, she wanted to straight make the checks she was worth
She got us up outta poverty, while the lack of support stood by
Many people expected her demise
To their surprise, she made it out of law school alive
Some days I wonder if she saw us as a blessin’ or a painful lesson of life and its testaments?
My peers wanna know why I’m so humble?
Because my mama to me comes number one
She sacrificed everything for the betterment of her children
A feat many people won’t understand
But I love my Mama, she’s my real black superman