My Momma A Bomba O Mamba, Just Fine

 

My momma is flash

She backstop me and trash 

Obstacles, and smash

Stuff in my way.

 

Always behind me

She find me,

I up or I down. 

With ugly homework

Her encouragement 

Is constant the sound.

 

My momma like bomba

Blows up blocks in my path

She strikes like a mamba

Obliterating with her wrath

 

Against that which would hinder

My upward incline

My momma 

A bomba or mamba 

Just fine. 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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