Your birth and you, in your mouth a silver spoon.

Your mama held and cradled you for the best.

For you, she would walk our celestial moon.

With her love, you grew a gold crown on your crest,

But never thanked her for her time or love,

Yet, your mama held and cradled you through your worst.

When you cried and fought, she crooned and called you dove.

She let you bless her shoulder with your wet tears.

But you never thanked her for her time or love.

You left her for a boy, her one and only fear.

She warned you, “That boy is mean and deals drugs.”

She let you bless her shoulder with your wet tears

Each time you came back bruised with your heart mugged.

Then you would leave her for him again and again,

And she would warn, “That boy mean, he’ll hurt you drugged.”

That last night, your mama found you hung and chained.

Your birth and you, in your mouth a silver spoon.

He left you there; your face of heaven white and drained.

Your mama broke down and cursed the pale moon.