Do you remember me?
The medium skin tone, 5’3″, Thick woman from
back in the day.
The woman that kept that big ole smilly smile on
your lil ole face?
The woman that protected and cared for you since
the day you were born.
The woman that taught you everything you know.
I am that same girl that taught you how to treat
woman.
The same woman that gave your first pair of
Jordans and first ever video game.
I was your mother and father when you needed it.
I tried to be your friend, too at times, just to keep
the trust.
But as you got older, you blamed me…
Blamed me for your father leaving us when you
were one.
For not giving you everything you asked for for
birthdays and Christmas.
What you did not see is that I worked night shifts
every day except weekends.
I made it home just in time to get you up for
school.
What you never saw was me crying at the kitchen
table,
Trying to figure out how I was going to put food on
the table and still pay all the bills.
You never saw me struggle how I was going to pay
for your high school and college education.
I did not have the best education, but I wanted you
to have to best education.
Not a year went by that I did not want to give you
everything on your lists.
I struggled year after year because I was a single
mother raising a young man.
I had to make sure you did not get short and killed
in our neighborhood.
The hood ain’t made for people like you and me,
People that are trying to do better and get out
this place,
People that are not trying to be a statistic.
I love you son.
Remember that you will be great
You have always been great.
God loves you and Mama does too.
