Mama Said Mama Said

______________________________________________________________ It still hurting alot Mother, it hurts so much methinks my head is about to, I can fathom that thought of my head will o explode, bits and pieces of me scattered________________t around for all to see the shiny in's of me because of my denied dues not to be like autumn trees and thrush of life's breaths shedding whites off my hair expose its amber If I surrender will I get my summer, our talk that soured will sweeten the hour? Query on hold. Hold, 'tis aching yearns for its light skin tones some shade, some toning to hide. A walking dead they'll see--weird, beach sand, I face yet ere me a challenge be ca ut io us ly taken out thy sullen pose fates a wild, wild guess, be my knees subtly repenting. Nay, not knees, essence. A noun, trickery. Shall I count the days spent within your tummy, Mommy? Oh very well I will clean my room until the day comes when I raise my hand and that all five fingers, you'll see thee racist who had emerged in my mirror of late, and cast then shadows just out of sight seize d--arrested in plain view by America's finest doing bet review to say that justice is well seems to be in order from what I see, there are fingers of contempt and to my mirror grip negativity, I offer thee the pleasure of my knee, lest my feet get in the weigh ..., of a deserving kick, one goes awry like a brat such as I.