Momma's Baby

i spent 
two months in 
my mother's womb,
before she even knew 
i was there,
in her stomach stealin' space.                                                

during the nineth month
she kicked me out;                                                                            
for kickin' too hard, 
and requested i call her 
“Mom,”
and pay her
back rent 
with hugs & kisses,
all of my life,
and on Mothers day
"interest,"
'cause she somehow knew
up to the day she died of old age, 
that when i was being born 
inside her,
that it was me… 
who also “stole” her heart.

  Happy Mother's Day
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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