Tell Me Momma
By _PreciousWords
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Tell me Momma,
Everything is gonna be fine.
Tell me Momma,
That'll you be fine too.
Wait,
Don't tell me.
I want truth,
Not lies.
Tell me Momma,
How you truly feel.
Tell me Momma,
No more lies.
Wait,
Don't tell me.
I want lies.
No truth.
Tell me Momma,
How many times you gon cry at night.
Tell me Momma,
How many times you say he comin' back.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Too many numbers,
Yet so little fingers.
Tell me Momma,
Why are you so sad?
Tell me Momma,
Who hurt you so bad?
Tell me Momma,
Why the world is so cruel to us?
Tell me Momma,
Why must people stare down at us?
Tell me Momma,
Why isn't it fair?
Tell me Momma,
Why—
Never mind Momma,
I figured it out.
It's the color I wear,
Isn't it not?
It's the first thing people see.
The color of who you are.
And right there,
They judge you.
Tell me Momma,
Everything is gonna be fine.
Tell me Momma,
That'll you be fine too.
YOU ARE READING
Collection of Feelings in Words
PoetryRandom short poems that I come up in my head and I decided to write them down.
