i cant say her age, but she was 27 when i was born. and I'm her baby. I'm a grown ass woman now.

nothing but soft sht for her t'nite. rice and chicken, extra tender. oj with a lil bit of gin. watered down. luther vandross, and marvin gaye.

four generations under the same roof.

me and mamma dont have much in common. except our hearts with one less beat, and our wombs aching from loss.

she chills in the cut and watches my moves.
i don't know what she does with the information she gathers.

i chill in the cut, watching her moves. i'm like a lioness, she's like wolf. she howls at the moon. i creep silently at sunrise.
i look at her face and i see my mouth, my gapped teeth, my high cheek bones.

she never forgets to tell me how i'm just like my daddy.

i run to the mirror and see her face.

we talk, we sing, we dance. we love, we understand....we

relate.

she holds me when i cry. but i know when she gets by herself, she cries too.

but tnite. there are no tears. just love and family and good times.

we are a blessed.

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