Ode To My Mother

Life is so much of an unfiltered middle and ending

In the beginning she filtered everything

Shielding me from what I shouldn’t of known at that age

Protecting me from what was on the next page

I miss that

She gave me life

And put up that fight

So I can keep it

So that me, my sisters and my brothers

Could become

Something she wasn’t

An extension of she and he

Mother and father

Graceful as the sun

While trying to mend what was once done

Two forces melted in to one

Only to become

My mommy and daddy

Ma and pops

Two names that grow simultaneously

Together

See this is another one of those heartfelt tips

My pops dead years ago

And ma

Well she had to become two parts of a whole

Raising four bad a*s kids

With a plastic Pink Bat

That s**t hurt

It stung my baby fat

And everything else she could throw

You know shoes

Air freshener cans

Water bottles

Remote controls

Pens

Pencils

Air conditioners

Butcher knives

Guns (without the bullets)

Picnic tables

Babies

ha...you know I’m just jokin

(about the butcher knife, gun and babies)

She is my mother

and I love her

She gave her all to me

Protected me

Shielded me

Forgave me

Let me grow as me

Gave me the strength to become something she was not

A high school graduate

A mathmatition

A (MBA) accountant

A law school student

And a poetress

All the dreams of an underprivileged

Single parent kid

Sure I fucked up...a lot

But she held me

Guided me into the night

With her eyes as big as a flashlight

So that this b***h from the projects

Could shine and s**t

Usted ha encontrado su igual.

(You have met your match)

And for you I will do greater things for

Because I love you

S**t I’ma be the next great President

Yep this big ol' black b***h

Reviews

[DiamondNRough AKA Patty..]

I enjoined and You got my vote. I can relate...

[Brandon]

i liked this write...espscially the concept of your mother filtering life i think the exact quote was "she gave me life"...i love the play on words in that...gave me life in the literal sense, like gave birth to me, and gave me life in the sense that she filted life for me and gave me the part of life that she thought i was ready. i also liked the part about 2 wholes becoming one...it's tough to live alone, and lose the one you, and being raised solely by my mom, i can definately see the similarities in the way that she raised you, espicially with the things that she threw. Mathematician...very nice...math isn't my thing though...;). very nice poem...me gusta mucho (had to throw the spanish in there too)

[Jaycee]

Very cool, not into the whole reference of calling oneself b***h, but to each its own. However, I can see that you love your mother and thats what's up right there. Single parents are some of the strongest people on the world. I beat my chest all the time, so this made me feel good. I hope my kids can feel the same ...you know, after they heal from all the s**t I throw at'em. LOL!