Each time I see you,
you ask “how is your mama?
I pause, hold my breath
should I tell you mama
is fussy, sick or in pain?
Each time I meet you,
you ask, “how is your mama?
Should I tell you mama
is angry, tired, weary, sad
and happy at times?
Each time I see you,
you ask, “how is your mama?
I pause, hold my breath
breathe in, exhale slowly
Should I say freely, “which
mama? The sun, the moon,
the rain, the sky, the wind,
the breeze, you or someone
who looks just like me?
Each time I see you,
you ask, “how is your mama
I pause, hold my breath
breathe in, exhale slowly
which mama? The gods who think
I Am crazy’ instead i reply
mama is fine, good, in pain,
not too well, hanging in there
each time I see, meet you again
and you ask how is your mama?
I hope you see the beautiful
woman that is the mama in me.
Empress M. Spirit
