Mammy
Mother wasn’t always old
Wide eyed children aglow
How could they know
Unless they are told
Husshhhhhh and listen
To our wisdom
See Momma’s face dark as
night
Your skin paler, more white
You see momma was once a
slave
She had to behave
Or the mastah would kill
Either way
They say
He would have his will
Victorian queen frigid as
snow
It won’t hurt what she don’t
know
Besides why would the
princess care
If she was aware
The fine Methodist preacher
does declare
Africans are animals in
despair
So mastah having a little fun
Wouldn’t hurt anyone
And if Mommy would speak
Mastah wouldn’t turn the
other cheek
Death on the whipping post
A deed most
Cruel
But to those that rule
At that time
It wasn’t even a crime
So momma didn’t even utter a
single breath
For fear of death
She just laid it upon God on
high
In a silent cry
Why God, oh why?!!?
The torture and pain
The guilt driving her insane
A dirty feeling never to be
clean
His curses cold his
compliments obscene
The sick smile upon his lips
The pain between her hips
Dejection
And then rejection
From Momma’s real man
Unable, refusing to
understand
Momma did the best she could
See children, from evil came
good
Have no fear
Momma loves you dear
Cept every day when she sees
your eyes blue
It cuts as if raped anew
But Jesus never done no sin
And look what they did to him
My God, My God why have you
forsaken me?
Momma understands that
totally
Too well
All the truths of hell
But there’s victory, have no
fear
In the one who can hear
Words that have never been
uttered
For the heart is discovered
And Momma’s heart is devoted
to her children
